Thanks so much for assuming I wanted to hear those nasty ass lyrics booming from your stereo this morning. Who knew that hearing “F*ck you B*tch!” yelled repeatedly to the boom, boom, boom of an overly tuned bass would be such a great way to begin my day, especially after a night of too little sleep and a morning of too much caffeine.
I know it surprised you when I lowered my window and waved sweetly at you. Your jaw dropped as I mouthed, “Hey B*tch! How’d you know that’s my favorite f*cking song?”
Being a sarcastic middle-aged woman has its perks.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
There is a mathematical formula that states; the worse the music is, the louder the jerk in the car has it turned up’… or something… I mean, I don’t even have my multiplication tables memorized, but I am pretty sure this formula exists…
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My hope is that that particular song will fall out of favor with at least one jerk.
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good luck with that… and somebody will just write a worse song… so…
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I’m not sure why I don’t write lyrics. Surely I could come up with something truly offensive, like “Eat your veggies you little bastard!”
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Pull your pants up!!!
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You know the saggy pants don’t bother me. I kind of liken them to the mini skirts of my youth. Granted, they both impede walking….
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I just think we should pass a law that says all guys who do that have to wear frilly pink panties…
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Or at least ones with interesting slogans: “Where’s the beef?” “Vote!”
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oh yeah
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OMG that is my Neighbors! I can’t dance naked they can’t see me! Good Luck!
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Thanks!!!
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