I have yet another ding on my car from one of the many fooking soccer moms parking their gigantic SUVs next to my car at work. They all drag their little brat out, slamming their damn doors into other peoples cars. Soccer Moms - What the fuck is wrong with you! You have 1, count em, ONE kid! You don't need a 10 passenger vehicle! At least once a day, one of you almost kills me on the road but doesn't notice because you are too busy talking on your phone. Bitches!!! I can't take it anymore, violence is the only answer now, I'm "KEEP'N IT REAL" Chappelle style!
Just kidding. Actually I'm going to talk to the property manager to see if I can mark a set of spots just for us. Someone else did, seemed to work for them.
But Evil Angie, who lives in the back of my head, is already concocting a plan to deal with them. She's only giving me hints right now. Something about projectile swedish fish & hummus.
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