Is your fuckin radio loud enough?

If any of you understand this phenomenon, please chime in...

This asshole pulls up next to me and his music is so loud that the base is making my rear-view vibrate. How on earth is that pleasurable? how can he possibly enjoy the music that loud. It is this type of self centered jerk off that causes laws to be made that take our rights away. Please at least tell me this idiot knows that he is annoying everyone around him and just doesn't give a fuck. Please tell me that he hates the music this loud, but just wants to piss off all the other idiotic drivers on the road...that I can live with.

You know what I like to do? I like to pull up to him at the next light, get out, get him to roll his window down and pump like 5 or 6 rounds right into the radio. Then, stick my dick in his eye and call it a day. of course, the courts won't let me do that...anymore.

This is the same small pricked, five foot one inch, tough guy wannabee that's weaving in and out of traffic and getting nowhere. The asshole does more horizontal mileage than anything and he's still next to me a 1/2 hour later. All he accomplishes is the irritation of other driver and aggravation of traffic conditions, and I hope he slams right into a tree. You've seen him, he's the guy who at least every five hundred feet veers onto shoulder to avoid rear-ending the guy in front of him. Eventually there's a tree or pole on that shoulder, that's what I hope for. Best part is that since he sits real low with one hand directly on top of the wheel, when the airbag goes off the stupid fake fuckin "Look at me I'm a pimp" ring he wears gets imprinted in his fuckin forehead so we can identify this cretin should we run into him later on should we be unfortunate enough to have him still able to walk.

Nothing I like seeing better than a smashed up grand-am with hair gel splattered on the back window, makes me feel like some justice has been done.