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Monday, March 1, 2010

DNDK

Don't no don't kair,

Alright, not sure what retarded nephew of a city councilor designed the off and on ramps in this god forsaken burb, but I hope they are currently enduring olfactory rape by Papa Doc in hell.

The on and off ramps are one and the same expecting courtesy and cooperation amongst the masses. Apparently civil engineers have only been exposed to happy little Disney cartoons their whole life and have never had to deal with, oh for example, an overweight middle aged woman that sees them as an obstacle blocking the way to the nearest beanie baby in the mid 90s. Oh, to be that sheltered.

In the low rent districts some coners seem to be looking for a chance to finally collect on the insurance they've been paying on their 89 Taurus. Luckily, most folks there don't have insurance and are just hoping to get where they are going without receiving a DWI.

On the other hand coners in the wannabe cosmopolitan areas all seem to expect you to get out of their way, since their time is so much more valuable than yours.
Die all you coners die.

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