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Driving Schaedenfreude
Dec. 21st, 2005 07:02 amThere I was, driving down John Laurie Blvd, having just dropped ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kermie_canada off at the airport. I was almost home when some jackass in a big black truck (and not a working truck either - this was one of those big fat-tired, raised-two-meters-off-the-ground, my-penis-is-the-size-of-a-breakfast-sausage, sport trucks) comes barreling up past me. He's speeding, weaving in and out of traffic and making a basic pain out of himself.
I think to myself "why are you driving like that, it's not like you're going to put any distance between us, there's too much traffic. Kee-Rist there is never a cop around when you need one".
That's when the cop pulled him over.
kermie_canada off at the airport. I was almost home when some jackass in a big black truck (and not a working truck either - this was one of those big fat-tired, raised-two-meters-off-the-ground, my-penis-is-the-size-of-a-breakfast-sausage, sport trucks) comes barreling up past me. He's speeding, weaving in and out of traffic and making a basic pain out of himself.I think to myself "why are you driving like that, it's not like you're going to put any distance between us, there's too much traffic. Kee-Rist there is never a cop around when you need one".
That's when the cop pulled him over.
