need less space

You know what really burns my biscuits?  People that leave an entire car length at a red light.  Like what are the odds that someone is going to come crashing into your rear end and that’s going to save your rear end? Cause that’s what you are. You are a horses’ ass. You are the place where poo comes from.  To every person trying to make it into the turn lane, but can’t thanks to you, you are the poo originator.  Not the slangy cool kind of poo.  Like the smelly turd you wanna pass but can’t poo.  You are the obstruction.  You are the constipated car length and everyone hates you.  So please, give it a try you log jam leavers.  I beg you.  Burnt biscuits never killed anyone, but I might.