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my only problem with a suv..
why would someone buy a luxury suv? oxymoron? why trash it offroad.. oh wait..
i have yet to see a real life suv "off-road" seriously and i go everywhere you can think with my concrete jobs..
all i see is stuck up white women talking to god knows who on a cell phone while they inch over in my lane.. then look as if i did something wrong by honking the horn...
why i bought a pink 2 foot dildo that is "loose" i wave it at them when they look at me pissed when i blow the horn. .. makes my day.. (although i havent been pulled over by a cop yet.. i expect to someday)
and yeah i would beat a person with it if they tried that road rage with me....
slap around and make them call me suzy
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