at least you're trying

With a 15-month old I'm trying to stop using certain words.  The c-word had worked its way into my regular vocabulary before he was born, and that's probably a bad thing.  But some mornings the commute is so bad it's like riding through a retarded assholes convention and you can't help but let a few things slip you probably shouldn't.

I don't care if you're also on a bike, but if you run a red to turn and cut me off I'm going to throw a few words at you when I pass you.  If you drive a cab but don't feel like stopping at a stop sign, I'm going to tell you to go fuck yourself.  That's just the way things work.  It's hotter than balls out and everyone is going crazy.

Current beer-scale: 9.5, just like the temperature out.

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