Today, when I drove my Godly SUV, having my son and a friend of his as fares. I listened to a good ol' pro-Vietnam war song on the radio, but I had to switch station because they played a liberal pop song. For a few seconds, I had to trust Jesus guiding me on the road. The car ran over the white stripe that separate the road from the verge, causing a negligible shake. Usually not a big deal...
My son kept reading his Bible. But his friend become a pinball on extacy, and whined loud about my driving. He is a chatterbox, so I first asked him to just STFU. But he continued to whine, so I backhand-smacked his face and swerved my SUV back and forth for full effect. It worked, for a while.
A few minutes later, I released the wheel, and let Jesus guide my SUV over the white stripe again, to test if the drama queen dude had learned something. Obviously, he hadn't, and made a scene again. I had no option but to violently brake my SUV and stop on the highway, and place him in the trunk. Then I could finally drive undisturbed for the remaining 30 miles.
My son kept reading his Bible. But his friend become a pinball on extacy, and whined loud about my driving. He is a chatterbox, so I first asked him to just STFU. But he continued to whine, so I backhand-smacked his face and swerved my SUV back and forth for full effect. It worked, for a while.
A few minutes later, I released the wheel, and let Jesus guide my SUV over the white stripe again, to test if the drama queen dude had learned something. Obviously, he hadn't, and made a scene again. I had no option but to violently brake my SUV and stop on the highway, and place him in the trunk. Then I could finally drive undisturbed for the remaining 30 miles.

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