Come On You Fiend

Crazy drivers are out in full force. When I say crazy I do not mean they are wearing hula skirting and smelling like cheese crazy, but more along the lines of they moving at extreme speeds (either fast or slow), they pull out in front of you, slam on their brakes, run red lights, and generally deserve to be cut. These drivers are drawn to my car. They see me driving down the street they do their best to get in way and piss me off. I am going to start carrying pizza rolls to chuck at them whenever I encounter these holiday spirit suckers. The roll will splatter across their window like a bag of Cheezits as it falls from the very top shelf of the vending machine (because the vending machine company is run by anti-Cheezit Commie bastards) and it will then force them to pull their stupid ass over and hopefully freeze to death because they do not have the benefit of being a penguin. Not to mention I will always have a tasty treat on hand.