today was a really rainy day. not that I don't like rain, but while I was on the road, I drove behind this guy who had two broken brake lights. ya, that's right, not one, but two of his fucking brake lights are burned out. what a fucking dipshit. it wasn't like it was a junk car either. it was a fucking range rover. if you can afford a fucking $70K car, you can afford to buy $40 in replacement lights. and even if it was a piece of shit car and the guy driving it had no money, that doesn't excuse the fact. it's an issue of safety. if a restaurant refused to wash their utensils on the grounds of "we don't have the money or time to do that," I don't think that'd sit well with anyone.
oh additionally, the guy took a fucking left turn in a high traffic area without using his blinkers too. I would love smash his brake lights and blinkers with a baseball bat. apparently, the guy doesn't fucking need them anyway. then I'd fucking poke his eye out with this...
...and pull the fucking trigger.
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