IT must be about 2 inches long.
Why else would you go all race-car when somebody passes you on the freeway?
I mean.
You must have something seriously wrong with your self esteem regarding that space between your testicles if you feel inclined to take the speed that I am traveling personally.
Face it, it's what you do.
Here I am, driving a big OLD green beater of a pick-up truck with a 2-year old Wally's-lot acquired crease down the side, and a chipped up bug deflector....and when it looks like I'm coming anywhere close to passing your Flame-Thrower Red Z-4 Roadster, you hike up your loins and start this 90 mph careen up the interstate that makes the rest of the freeway look like a strip-mall lot on Black Friday.
You were just vacuously poodling along at 62 with your nose in your phone....and then, out of the corner of your eye you caught the gleam of my fender in your side view.
Oh yeah.
I had the cruise set at 67, so it was clearly aggressive and competitive......THREATENING even, on my part.
ALL ABOUT YOU, yup yup.
I got news for you Tiny.
It's NOT.
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