10:50 am
I haven’t seen a decent question for our Q&A in a good while so I am just going to get right into the chronicle of George. It’s a short read. I have another project in the works so I didn’t have time for anything elaborate and poor George didn’t even get a stay at the Farm. We performed his intervention in the field….Or roadway to be more exact. There was going to be no emails requesting a change of behavior, when he raised his hand to a woman, his fate was sealed. It would behoove all of you men Ragers to remember that! You just don’t hit a woman. George got the message, I think. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, it all sounded like a blood curdling scream to me. Remember when I said I enjoy repaying the sins onto the sinner….
It was nighttime and I was following George until we got to a semi deserted, straight section of road. There was a stop light up ahead so I made sure to close the distance behind him to an uncomfortable distance, hoping to elicit the exact response I got. When the red light turned to green, George just sat there. I could see his eyes looking at us in the mirror, a smirk on his face. That’s the photo he should use for his headstone. Unfortunately, it will be a closed casket service.
Knowing what would happen, I hit my horn to get him to move. He moved, and then slammed his brakes on. I hit my bright lights and he proceeded for a short distance and then slammed them on again. I hit him this time. Hard enough that he would stop. He jumps out of his car cussing at me and I opened my door, slid the brass knuckles on and smacked him right in the mouth. Down goes George.
I told you nothing elaborate, but for someone who is this big of a douchebag in a vehicle, we will just use that. I have handcuffs with about 6 feet of chain between them. I slipped them over the rear axle and affixed them to George’s feet, I figured his hands might come off before he truly understood the error in his ways. I placed a brick on his accelerator and before I shifted the car into gear, I put a rag in the gas tank and lite it.
Have you ever seen the cans flopping around behind a car that was decorated for a wedding, “Just Married”….. Mrs. George will be writing on her back window, “Just Widowed”. George bounced way better than any cans ever did. At least until the car exploded. Closed casket.
Anyone else want to try and road rage the Rage himself? I have work to do and it is going to require some travel. You have been warned.