Author Topic: loving starfish drivers.  (Read 5801 times)

Let's all find those people and shove a baseball bat up their ass.

Let's all find those people and shove a baseball bat up their ass.
Yes. Or a metal pole.

Yes. Or a metal pole.

Or a carrot.

I always thought being on Highway Patrol would be fun so I could be all sneaky and hide in little places and bust their asses.

Or a carrot.

I always thought being on Highway Patrol would be fun so I could be all sneaky and hide in little places and bust their asses.
Can I be your partner in crime?

Can I be your partner in crime?

Join the club, we've got jackets.

In Utah, the speed limit is really 10 miles above what the signs say.

Join the club, we've got jackets.
Nah, I where a black leather jacket with tights because I'm cool like that.

Oh, was that you? Sorry.

Nah, I where a black leather jacket with tights because I'm cool like that.

I'm jealous.

You're supposed to have a GUN with you whenever you're in a car, that way you can pop their tires, sending them flying off the freeway.
Either that or you need a Ford station wagon that you can just smash people with.

I hate starfishs flipping me off for taking up the whole lane.
Well? I can't drive in the middle of the road in a motorcycle dammnit.

You're supposed to have a GUN with you whenever you're in a car, that way you can pop their tires, sending them flying off the freeway.

I was hoping the gravel would give so I could watch him slide into the ditch or some stuff.

I was hoping the gravel would give so I could watch him slide into the ditch or some stuff.
Or his car randomly exploded.

Or his car randomly exploded.

yeah, like he rolls over a rock and his tire kicks it up and it hits the gas tank and makes a spark and POOF.

Ugh, that sounds awful.  I hate people like that.  They're extremely immature.