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I sometimes look at people like they must have two heads The things they say, the things they do retard is the best address like idiots they complain, obnoxious and they're rude... ...and they look at us like we are stupid when thier own stupidness eludes... Whilst driving approaching a pedestrian... A man he waits to cross... The idiot behind parps his horn, and mouths to me hurry up! Now the man that is crossing is by no means a dwarf... The idiot behind cant see... But by now his mind has morphed... So I lower my car window - ...and I give him the salute! Sending him a very clear message... what he can do with his little toot...

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