[unstable bob gable]

Coming home from work around 11PM, driving down Rt 22, listening to the Yankees game, and taking it easy. When all of a sudden a fuggin' Civic blazes by, fart pipe in full crap sound. Then a piss yello Golf or Jetta, whatever, comes ripping past, and the two idiots go weaving in and out of traffic. For once, just once, I'd like to see azzclowns like that end up wrapped around a telephone pole, or see about 100 cops chase them down and club them with nightsticks until they get the point. Which means club 'em to death!