dear crotch-face,

dear lady in the white impala: sorry that i swerved around you to not hit you when you slammed on your brakes....i am saying sorry because for some reason you really wanted me to pull up next to you while you pull out your weave, and flail around and cuss me out...I went outta my way to NOT hit you! good grief... also... i had my kids in the car... so i decided to not pull up to chat.
ps. suck it.

sorry that you had to read my harsh ps.

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