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Jackasses -- Not Just for Dating Anymore

So I'm walking to work this morning and I paused at the corner to allow a van to turn in front of me.  The guy driving had the fucking New York Post perched on his steering wheel, apparently trying to read while he was driving.  Hell, if there are morons like this guy creating life hazzards for me every day, I might as well overindulge in foie gras and truffle butter (and pork products) before getting squashed by one of them on my way to work.

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