Are you kidding me? I am from the South. So, I know Southern Charm. Virginia is not that. Virginians are singular, insulated, and aloof (to not say rude). Then, there's their curbside manners which are for shit.
I just can't stand it. While trying to take care of my needs of this disastrous life of trials that I am going through. No food, no money, poor health and worrying about the tiniest of details...like wondering if my lights will be inevitably cut off? Getting off the subject...
I just experienced the scariest moment of being cut off abruptly. The driver in front of me apparently was not sure where to go, made a break suddenly and almost caused a traffic pile up. After several screeching and sideways cars afterward, I regained my composure of actually fearing to lose my life (for once), I spot the license plate "Virginia is for Lovers."
Yeah dead lovers and family. People don't realize how inept and foolish actions can cause such deadly reactions and results. To every action there is an equally opposite reaction. You see so many of these deadly accidents happen on Virginia roadways. Half of these foolish actions also come from foolish non-sensible large ass SUV-driving cell- phone driving fools and midgets behind the wheel with no conscience or brain. They have no respect for their fellow drivers. Turn signals were made for a reason. There is a reason for checking your rear and side view mirrors.
I hate feeling these demonic thoughts for these "loving" people especially after I just left Church praying, in fellowship and praise. I want to push an eject button and catapult these assanine drivers back into their homes whence they came from. I have no love for them. You may say that these are the ramblings of a crazy squirrel - this squirrel actually has been a driving instructor for many years. I am allowed to make remarks like this. After all, I'm just squirrel trying to get a nut.
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