Dear Girl in that Sports Coupe,
It was thrilling revving engines, shifting gears, and dancing my powerful low-riding sports car around your cute, red-coupe on that windy two-lane road. I yearned for a red-light, so that I’d have the chance to pull up next to you and say:
“USE YOUR F****NG BLINKER”
Ladies: it’s like wearing socks in bed. It kills the mood when I can’t imagine you operating a turn-signal correctly.
Have a great weekend everyone!
