Look, I'm not huge into hating stuff. However, that doesn't mean I never get angry. Case in point: people with loud pieces of shit on wheels.

You're not fucking awesome, no matter how many spoilers you put on your shitty 1989 Ford piece of shit. In fact, you're a fucking asshole. The next person I see, with a dirty, shitty, and paint-chipped car, with a fucking spoiler on it, is going to have a train drive into their parents.

You know what? My exhaust pipe is just fine, because it doesn't sound like an elephant being kicked in the nuts by a giraffe, only louder. I don't care if it has two pipes, mind doesn't murder the ozone, and I also don't look and sound like a wannabe douchefag. Your car sucks, don't make it louder.

Oh my god. Your rims can fucking spin. If I was a goddamn caveman, I'd be impressed by your amazing use of the wheel. Since I'm only half caveman, I'm not fucking impressed. Especially if you have a shitty car! It's like those stupid fat chicks who wear low cut shirts, hoping you notice their enormous fatty globule ass tits, instead of their beanbag-ass stomachs. I can see your gut, and I'm not impressed! Bitch.

This is the very last thing I hate about car owners:
The sticker with a young mischievous gentleman (Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes), pissing on something the owner of the sticker does not like. Seriously, you're not fucking original. I'm going to get a sticker with Calvin, pissing on Calvin, pissing on a person with a Calvin sticker.

Fuck you.

I love you guys! :)