It's snowing in Grand Rapids, like a bitch all day long. Of course the roads are shitty. So what happens at 1:30am after I get out of work and pick up my son? Yeah we got hit.
To the duchebags that hit me:
Your lucky that I have a greater concern for my son than I do beating the hell out of you. Yes I saw you avoid the taxi driver that slid out in front of you. Yes I saw you slide into me. When I tell your mother I don't want her to hold my son, it doesn't mean ask me four more fucking times. I would rather be many places, but sitting here waiting for a fucking wrecker. I hope you get fucked over and die. Fuck you.
It's going to be a shitty weekend.
To the duchebags that hit me:
Your lucky that I have a greater concern for my son than I do beating the hell out of you. Yes I saw you avoid the taxi driver that slid out in front of you. Yes I saw you slide into me. When I tell your mother I don't want her to hold my son, it doesn't mean ask me four more fucking times. I would rather be many places, but sitting here waiting for a fucking wrecker. I hope you get fucked over and die. Fuck you.
It's going to be a shitty weekend.