63 Year Old Psychopath Slams Into My Car
Before this, we were both traveling at about 55 mph. So this stop sign is coming and this guy is still riding my ass. So we both begin slowing down as the stop sign is approaching. He lets off of my ass and I stop, and out of nowhere I hear vroom and the motherfucker PURPOSELY slams into my rear.
I then jump out of the car and say 'YOU MOTHERFUCKER'. He then looks very panicked and puts his car into reverse and I start yelling 'DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE', 'DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE YOU MOTHERFUCKER'. He doesn't listen, so I fucking run to the back of his car and stand there, effectively preventing him from moving. Unless he wanted to run me over.
I always have a pen attached to my body, so I take out my pen and quickly write down his tag number and call 911. I then began verbally assaulting him. Calling him an 'old cocksucker' and a 'crazy cocksucker'. I got off the phone with 911 and then he gets out of his car, attempting to talk to me. I say 'Don't fucking talk to me', 'I don't want to hear your fucking voice. Get back in your fucking car'. I was fucking pissed, and he's lucky he walked away without getting the shit kicked out of him.
To shorten this fucked up story up, a trooper comes and basically nothing is done. I admit to passing in a no pass zone and I don't get a ticket. He doesn't get arrested for purposely slamming into my car and he doesn't even get a motherfucking ticket for at the very least, careless driving. Fucking bullshit if you ask me. And the fucking retard moron mexican state trooper, OFFICER COLON (not kidding) totally fucked up the exchange of information report. This ignorant moronic piece of fucking scumbag shit put the same vehicle in both his info and mine. Effectively eliminating any proof of the car I was driving. God damn idiot. You can view the exchange of information report here. Fucking idiot. I have to tear them a new ass tomorrow. I'm fucking pissed about all of this.
1 Comments:
Still laughing at your dumb luck...because sad as it is...it makes for great blogging. But, be glad that you lived to blog another day my mother-fucking spewing friend (or fiend)...take your pick. Oh!...and just when all the mistakes are camping at your door...wait until you get the insurance run-around. Or as I like to put it..."wait a second mr. insurance guy...i have to bend over and grab my ankles before you can start your routine". Be gentle with me. Hey...at least you didn't drive into an entrance to a Taco Bell.
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