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Oil Whore
2005-09-20 - 9:06 p.m.


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I was driving down the road, in town, on a busy stretch.  Moon roof open, shades on in the pre-dusk.


A black SUV towered over my car driven by a blonde white woman.  One of those transformer Avalanche trucks which are like a monument to American imperialism.


I had a thought flash to make her aware.  Just stand up through the moonroof and fruit the fuck out on her.  Make her realize the impact of her decisions.


"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING GAS GUZZLING BITCH!  ITS BECAUSE OF YOU WE'RE IN IRAQ!  ITS BECAUSE OF YOU PEOPLE ARE DYING!!!!"


Then giving her the double bird, honking and flashing the lights before peeling away.  Just make the bastards AWARE of what they're doing and they'll do the right thing.  And maybe, if the movement spread across America, people would wake up.


Y'know, just freak on someone, a few people a year.  If lots of people did it, maybe something would happen.  I don't know.


I didn't think of lying until later.  Honk the horn twice.  In fact, lay on the horn.  Stand up through the moonroof.


"ITS BECAUSE OF YOU MY LITTLE BROTHER JOSHIE IS DEAD!!!  YOU FUCKIN' KILLED HIM YOU GAS GUZZLING BITCH!!!  OIL WHORE!!  OIIIILL  WHORRRRE!!"


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