Kwazy
Shared on Thu, 09/13/2007 - 16:35Driving home from work today on the highway. I draw up to a blue minivan with a plethora of anti-abortion bumper stickers adorning its stern. One compares abortion to the Holocaust. Another reads Abortion: The Ultimate Child Abuse. I switch to the left lane to pass it.
When I pull up even with the driver's window in these types of situations, my normal modus operandi is to launch both arms outstretched flashing Judas Priest-esque devil's horns while sticking out and waggling my tongue. Today, I must say, the burger is knocked off my spatula.
The chick driving the minivan is smoking a cigarette with the windows rolled up and a toddler sitting in the front seat.
It's been a long time since I read The Divine Comedy. Can someone remind me which ring of the Inferno is reserved for the dangerously hypocritical?
When I pull up even with the driver's window in these types of situations, my normal modus operandi is to launch both arms outstretched flashing Judas Priest-esque devil's horns while sticking out and waggling my tongue. Today, I must say, the burger is knocked off my spatula.
The chick driving the minivan is smoking a cigarette with the windows rolled up and a toddler sitting in the front seat.
It's been a long time since I read The Divine Comedy. Can someone remind me which ring of the Inferno is reserved for the dangerously hypocritical?
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