Yesterday this dude was tailgating me. Just being a real jerk, right up on my bumper, beeping and flashing his lights, even though there was very clearly a car right in front of me, too. What do you want me to do, drive over him? Jerk.
He was so obnoxious. I just wished that I could stop him and kill him and eat his brains. And then I remembered: oh, yeah... I can.
They tasted like rage. And, oddly, boysenberries.