I'd like to say that the 2 days prior to, and the day of the full moon were called the "Stupid Drivers" moon. But you know what? It wouldn't be true. They're out there every millisecond of every fucking day! Let's see, gramma shitfuck was doing about 23 miles an hour in a 45 zone. Little Bo assrag was swerving like a drunkard. When I passed, the bitch was chatting it up on a cell-phone. I wanted to impregnate her car by automobile ass-raping because she pissed me off so badly. She was even in a newer beefy Camaro to boot. I have road rage. But in a good way. I hate everything. Almost. I still love Jolt. I'm going to get a Jolt Cola tattoo.