Dear Car Line Cutters

Dear Car Line Cutters:

I need to get something off my chest. I loathe you. You people who cut the line incite rage and stir up violent thoughts in my otherwise peaceful and harmonious existence. I wish explosive diarrhea on you when you’re stuck in traffic and there’s no bathroom around for miles, so you’re forced to clench your buttocks with all your might in a futile attempt to stop the liquid freight train from forcefully chugging through your gastric canal on a rage fueled mission to cleanse your colon. Continue reading