Fuck.
Know what I hate?
Dumbshits.
More specifically, dumbshits who drive while talking on cell phones.
Less generally, dumshits who don't revoke the drivers liscences of the previous dumbshits.
I don't mind that someone wants to find out about a boring relationship going on between your best-friend's fiance's brother's best-friend's uncle and someone else you've never met. Hell, that's none of my damn business. I respect their right to privacy. Only thing is, most of the time, a baby turned 3 weeks and 2 days old at the exact moment I'm trying to cross the street (on a green light) while some dumbshit can't calm down and realize it's not that important. I'm sure they will (by which I mean might) later look back and realize how stupid they've been over a baby that isn't theirs, nor any relation to them. In the meantime, I must run across the road and still have to dive the last 3 metres because they can't fucking wait to know.
Even factually, these dumbshits don't get it. Since cell phones have become horribly, horrendously popular and more specifically existent, car accidents have grown in the same adjectives.
Fuck.
If you're one of them, listen to me. It's not just me being sore about this. It's millions of intelligent people who fucking can't stand it anymore as well. So get the fuck off your cellphones, and get the fuck off the road. As the semi-famous internet ranter Mr. Red once said,
"I really wish the rumors were true and you would get tumors from prolonged cell phone use, Lord knows you people fucking deserve it."
Angrily yours,
Watsonica
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