I get angry real easy, right? So listen, I was driving home and this asshole kid on a bike jets out in front of my car. I hit my brakes, and skidded goddamn sideways to a stop. I got out and started screaming at the little dickbag. Then his dad comes out of the house (oh yeah, the kid was 6 or so) and starts screaming at me that his kid didn't mean it and that I should stop swearing. At this time, all of his neighbors were out, and I wasn't about to back down in front of that many people, ya know? Plus, I was drunk. So I walked over and gave the asshole a wedgie and while he was on the ground with his hand up his ass, I walked over to his car and pulled the e-brake. It wasn't really parked on a hill, so I had to give it a little push...well, that little asshole kid was behind the car and it ran over his leg. He started screaming and his dad ran towards me screaming, fists brandished. I yelled at him that his fucking stupid kid should've known better than not to put is stupid little kid legs under a fucking tire. That shut him up. Fucking asshole.
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Ugh.