Hipster.

Dear Hip Hipster,
I see you driving your 3 series BMW, talking on your iphone while playing only the whitest of the Hip Hop tunes. Your lookin' awesome in what I can only image are a pair of $300 True Religion jeans, truly. The only problem is you're cruising along in a 50 MPH zone at the ripe speed of 30. Now I am pretty sure the inner Bimmer code is, "drive it like you stole it" and since you are clearly breaking that rule (my effing 3 year old is screaming faster! faster!) I am going to have to ask you to head straight up Independence, hang a right at Hendrick BMW and trade 'er in. You've currently been relieved of your stylish car driving status. I am also going to need what little raisins of a set you must have left.

Don't forget to pick up the keys to your "new to you" '07 Camry. Someone's Grandma died and she left it in the parking lot for you.

Douche drivers drive me insane!


Have you missed me girls? :)