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Heh, ooh. We wouldn't take too kindly to that in some areas of the south here. Motherfucker hits my car, he's going to wish I had something small enough to need a carry and conceal permit. He'd probably got a couple of extra close range 12 gauge buckshots, then I'd find a big ole rope to strap him to the hood of my truck with. We might even have a parade downtown!
Moral of the story - bitch should have ran his ass over, got out of the car, spit on his face, and just for shits and giggles grabbed her crotch and screamed THUG LIFE!
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