Passed me in the merge lane doing well above 50. Tailgates inches from the vehicle in front. Gotta get this mistake of a human off the road. Someone get him a box of sharpies to smell and lock him in an insane asylum. While you're shopping in the school supplies section get him a pack of cheapo crayons. Not even crayola, he doesn't deserve that high quality shit. He can go ahead and figure out which color tastes the best. Your junk pontiac g6 that your mom bought you isn't fast, don't drive it like it's fast. I hope the fucking brakes rust away and you crash into a power line.
sharpies smell good