So today, I'm driving in to work - and this hillbilly guy goes roaring past in his jacked-up rustbucket pickup truck. He's spitting in a Mt. Dew bottle and has a white-knuckle grip on the wheel with the free hand. Pure gasoline is dripping out his tailpipe, and this vehicle hasn't passed an honest emissions test since it rolled off the assembly line.

Anyway, this tard is sporting a camo hat (sitting high with v-fold) - going for the"trucker look."He had some kind of indian dreamcatcher thing dangling from the mirror. Apparently, he thinks he's an indian. To top off the wholeensemble, hisback window was laid out with every possible retardedhunting sticker:
[ul][*]Give 'Em The Shaft (Muzzy)[*]Size Matters[*]Rackaholic[*]Speak the Language (Primos)[*]Lungbuster[*]Deer Prints[*]Turkey Tracks[*]Bear Tracks[*]Rebel Flag[/ul]
This schmuck is like a walking, talking stereotype. I couldn't see him from the neck down, but I'm saying the smart money is on: Nut Huggers and Hunting T-shirt. At least 2 dui's. 4 illegitimate kids.

Am I wrong for hoping that he choked on his snuff spit?

So I followed behind him for a few miles, kinda getting a laugh as he weaved through traffic in some kind of huge hurry. Seriously. What is wrong with people? Do you think he even knows that Pennsylvania was a Union state? That we fought against the confederacy? LMAO I doubt it.

...and just as I'm about to dismiss myself as being over-critical of people - a skoal can flies out the passenger's side window and bounces down the road.

Guess I was right. Slimebag.

Am I the only one that does it? Judge people? I'll admit it - I'm especially tough on our fellow "hunters."