Friday, October 19, 2007

From Me To You 20

- For the love of God and all things holy, if you're going to turn into traffic at the last possible goddamned second, could you at least step on it!? I shouldn't have to hit my brakes rather than your rear end because you decided to take your fucking time with that turn.

- As funny as it may look when someone falls, laughing when someone is actually hurt makes you an asshole. A realy big asshole.

- When I say no to something once chances are I mean no. Asking me a second time, a third time, a fiftieth time isn't going to change my answer. I said no, damnit.

- If you insist on bringing your screaming, snot-nosed little shit machines out in public could you at least pretend to be a parent for five seconds? That little bastard is actually scaling the shelving unit. Maybe you could do something about that. Hmm?

- If you're going to prove to the world that we should instate sterilization programs with your novel approach to parenting, do you think you could spare us all your bitching when your spawn hurt themselves doing something stupid? As much as you'd like to believe otherwise, it's not my fault that you were to busy trying to sound out the big words on the back of Big Momma's House 2 to notice that it was playing on the escalator.

- If your geriatric feebleness is keeping you from pressing down on your accellerator enough to reach the speed limit, may I suggest you take a cab. The same applies if you've shrunk below the steering wheel or cannot see where the lines on the road are.


may-b said...

I know it makes me an asshole, but I always laugh. I can't help myself. I always help the person too, but falling is funny.

Gwenhwyfar said...

It does make you an asshole. But I need blogs to read every day, so I won't destroy you... yet.

Julia said...

Thumbs up for the last one! I totally agree!

Greets Julia

Gwenhwyfar said...

Old people can try to agrue it until the end of time, but I still believe they cause more problems on the road than anyone in my age group.