I Feel Bad For You, Son

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I Feel Bad For You, Son

Jay-Z has 99 problems. How many do you have? List a few of them.

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If you would like to find the original story for yesterday's Mad Libs post, see Mad Libs Mondays Got To Get Paid, Son. Feel free to post your completed Mad Lib with all the substituted words in place in the comments section.

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· 892 weeks ago

At 6:30 this morning, I was crossing the street on foot. I had a green light and so did the huge garbage truck that was trying to turn through the crosswalk I was in. I may have had a red hand signal, but considering that I was a pedestrian, I felt like I still had the right of way, plus I was there first. The garbage truck came just short of plowing me over (he definitely saw me though). Just as I was getting out of the way, the driver gave a deep blast on his horn, which freaked me out even though I knew he was there. I jumped a little and something exploded deep inside me. "FUCK YOU!" erupted from my mouth. I heard him call me a douchebag. "FUCK YOURSELF!" I shouted.
As I walked away I had to chuckle a little. Why was I so angry? It was 6:30am!
I got a lot of problems and anger management might be one of them.