So… drivers these days, where do they come from and how did they acquire a license? Better yet, why are Olympians allowed to drive?

I was driving to Bud’s house a couple days ago and there was quite a bit of traffic. As usual I was late due to my obsession with matches. So I was driving at a fairly fast rate of speed and as I do a one-two glance into my rear-view mirror  there is this guy I see coming up from behind me. This guy is weaving in and out of lanes, talking on his cell phone, and cutting people off . So already I was pissed. As the guy cuts me off and I throw him a pleasant hand gesture, I notice his license plate.  Ohhhh! That’s it! Dude thinks he can play speed racer because he has a personalized license plate that Olympians can put on their cars. It’s like the license plates the War Vets and Firefighters get to place on their cars, the get-out-of-a-ticket plates.  So this driver, Mr. Olympic Driver, thinks he can drive like he owns the roads, like a maniac, because he used to throw balls of iron or go down hills on two wooden boards at high speeds, well I got news for you asshole.  This cluster fuck of a human and anyone else out there on the roads who thinks they are special: you are not special, you are just the same as any other dickhead driver,you are just like the rest of us and your shit stinks just like everyone else’s. Readers, next time you see someone like this driving around give them the finger and tell them Squirrel Boy sends his regards. See ya on the roads dogturds!