What is it with those guys? They drive with their seats all rolled back, relaxing like their on an airplane. It is one of those obvious acts of rebellion which are really a display of conformity.
Every time one of these guys zooms past me- on my bike- with their subwoofers bleeping and their crappy engine growling, I grimace.
How can they see properly, or react properly while driving one of those hideous, city infesting, OPEC-ass kissing automobiles?
The key thing is, these guys all look the same; a big white or black tee-shirt, maybe a wife-beater, commonly a dude rag. They are usually pumping music which I find neither remotely talented, nor terribly civil. Its those classic songs which talk about glocks, rims, and being fucking tough.
Force is the answer to problems! Violence is cool!
And apparently, so is woman bashing (still) - cuz there is plenty of bitches and hos up for a fuck in the back of your Benz in these songs. Nothing ‘makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit’ than some girl wagging her head to that musical defamation.
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