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There’s no hilarious interaction in this one because I was next to him instead of behind him at the stoplight this time, but on the same stretch of road as my hilarious interaction with Feelings Guy last night, I pulled up next to a car whose rear windshield was coated in vinyl stickers that, among them, said “Ballin” in cursive script, and also had a “No Fat Chicks” sticker, and when I came up next to this dude he was a pink-faced slicked-blond-hair squinty-eyed raw-chicken-looking motherfucker in his early twenties, and I really wanted to roll down my window and ask if the “No Fat Chicks” sticker worked or if it was just his personality that did the trick, but I didn’t, because I’m a grown-up, and I was too busy giggling at him.
Same stretch of road! Another inexpensive silver car.
How ballin’ is a silver entry-level four-door sedan of not-very-recent make, really?? I mean. I don’t know.
We’re put on this earth, and there’s sunrises and sunsets and endorphins and serotonin and rock and roll, and shit, and this is how this raw-chicken-ass douche expresses himself? Bro get a fucking hobby.
I have got to get out of these suburbs.
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There’s no hilarious interaction in this one because I was next to him instead of behind him at the stoplight this time, but on the same stretch of road as my hilarious interaction with Feelings Guy last night, I pulled up next to a car whose rear windshield was coated in vinyl stickers that, among them, said “Ballin” in cursive script, and also had a “No Fat Chicks” sticker, and when I came up next to this dude he was a pink-faced slicked-blond-hair squinty-eyed raw-chicken-looking motherfucker in his early twenties, and I really wanted to roll down my window and ask if the “No Fat Chicks” sticker worked or if it was just his personality that did the trick, but I didn’t, because I’m a grown-up, and I was too busy giggling at him.
Same stretch of road! Another inexpensive silver car.
How ballin’ is a silver entry-level four-door sedan of not-very-recent make, really?? I mean. I don’t know.
We’re put on this earth, and there’s sunrises and sunsets and endorphins and serotonin and rock and roll, and shit, and this is how this raw-chicken-ass douche expresses himself? Bro get a fucking hobby.
I have got to get out of these suburbs.
(Your picture was not posted)
