Marshall

[Rant]

I hate Chinese-Canadian drivers. I hate your lowered on OEM 5-spokes, curbed to all hell(because you fail every time you pull up to the curb to pick up your mum from the grocery store), Acura TL Automatic in eggshell white. I hate your inability to obey stop signs. I hate your careless use of eyesight. Look where you are going, not at the person talking to you. I hate your covered-in-fuzz and dangling doraemons, or the latest mini-toy you got out of a vending machine you’ve decided to attach to your Nokia N9999997UltralatestfromJapanwontworkonournetworksproperly phone and the your inability to just wait ‘til you get home to talk on it. I hate your penchant for racing people from light to 5 meters away light. I hate your inability to understand passing lanes, speed limits, flashing emergency lights, and all road rules. I hate your inability to park straight without hitting the car in front or behind (if you ever dare attempt backing in) to gauge distance. I hate your sun visors Daft Punk used in their music videos. I hate your little white gloves. I hate how you insist on buying your 4ft5in. grandmother an X5 that she can barely see out of. I hate how you don’t really own your cars, or love them. Ever. I hate your body-kitted, hippo-wheelin, sticker-wearin’, rusty as fuck Civic DX.

_Love Guy

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