WHERE THE F**K DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, SLIM? I mean, take a pill and relax, because 2 minutes faster over your 3 hour commute won't make even the tiniest mathematical difference. Admit it, you're late. Stop turning us all into a-holes on the road because you're too f**kin' lazy to get out of bed on time. And even if you do get wherever the f**k you're going sooner, do you really think you'll be better off? Nobody gives a crap, trust me. It's all in your pea-brained head. When you're lying on your death bed, I doubt you'll remember the time you cut me off in the right lane so you can kiss your boss's ass by getting in 2 minutes sooner. Just slow down, enjoy the commute, listen to some Rachmaninoff or go smoke some weed. Life's too short, stop rushing it away...BUT, HURRY THE F**K UP.