choad-licking, fulla-crap, unfit-to-windex-my-rectum-clean DMV guy. Makes me wait in the damn driveway forever and then fails me for "driving too slow." What the crap am I supposed to do? Run over those saggy elderly joggers from the old-folks home who keep threatening to dart out onto the road at any moment under the BART track? How do you lose all your goddamn points for driving under the speed limit up a narrow road where there are cars parked up both sides?
Oh yes, I suppose in case anyone cares to inquire - no, I went under the point limit for passing the drive test. See above. The only thing I have to say is really to the driving tester, "See ya next Tuesday, asswipe. And you'd better buckle up because it sure as hell won't be 10 am and I'll remember your ugly mug." As for the elderly joggers, as they say in France, "ils deviendront de la viande a pneu."
Further bulletins as events warrant (be sure to look for next Tuesday's special "incarcerated" entry!)
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