August 2012
Today was 'Talk Like a British' Day at work
It was quite delightful actually.
I love my team. That is all :)
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Why are you so darn cute…?
Things I Say While Driving
Me: Fuck you, oh. Fuck. You.
Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
Me: Good luck in the slow lane there, bud.
Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
Me: If I miss that green light because of you...
Me: You're gonna cut me off? You better hope you have a damn good accelerator, bitch.
Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
Me: Nope, roof rack.
Me: THAT IS A YIELD SIGN, YOU DUMB FUCK. YOU DON'T STOP AT A YIELD SIGN. YOU FUCKING YIELD AT A FUCKING YIELD SIGN.
Me: Don't turn yellow, don't turn yellow, don't turn yellow, don't turn yellow-- FUCK. *Speeds up*
Me: I'm not going to hit you, calm the fuck down, Jesus.
Me: Shit why aren't these spots angled? I'm crooked. I'll just try...shit I'm still crooked. Fuck. Am I at least in the lines? *presses face against window*
Me: GO ALREADY, IT'S LEGAL. RIGHT TURN ON RED, THERE IS NO ONE COMING, HOLY SHIT.
Me: Did you just honk at me? Where do you want me to go there's a car in the intersection, I don't even have an arrow. You know what fuck you, now we're gonna sit here, you dick.
