Dear Shit for Brains,
Surely you noticed the Big, Fat, Black Capitalist Car zooming along at about 60 miles per hour when you decided to make a hard right turn onto the highway about one hundred feet in front of me. I figured you were reckless, but that you would at least nail your accelerator so as to put some distance between us.
No, you chose to pull in front of me and do twenty farookin’ miles per hour, thereby putting my anti-lock brakes to the test.
God must have watched over your sorry ass today, gnat brain, because I suspect you have no idea how close you came to wearing a two ton Big, Fat, Black Capitalist Hat.