The Man was keeping me down in downtown Atlanta today. While there, I witnessed the following stupidity.
the dumbass
Courtland Street is a one way street comprised of five southbound lanes. While moseying down the sidewalk, I observed a fucktard from Missouri in a Pontiac Vibe who was clearly lost. He was attempting to cut across three lanes of traffic to enter the Sheraton parking lot. Unfortunately, he was slowing down while attempting this maneuver. When he got to the second to left lane, he abruptly came to a complete stop. An Infiniti G35 driver behind the fucktard locked his brakes and barely avoided a rear end collision.
the woman
Behind the Infiniti G35 was a hot brunette with glasses driving a Honda Accord. As documented previously, I dig the hot librarian look. After being stopped for a few seconds, a look of great anger passed across her face and she mashed her horn. I felt my heart leap. As her window was down, I decided to say something, but a dense fog had descended on my brain. The best I could come up with was nice anger, want to fuck - so I said nothing.
comments on “soul mate found and lost”
Nicky says:
Seth says:
Do people NOT love hot librarians? They probably hate books too.
A hastily made paper airplane with your number through her window would’ve been smooth.
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We simply HAVE to get you past the “say nothing” point!