Yesterday I finally got a license for producing small quantities of schnapps. So I'm riding home, all giggly from plum schnapps fumes and shit and all of a sudden this bitch in a Hyundai in front of me steps on her brakes like a fucking maniac. So I realize I can't control shit and I try to jump off the bike. But nah, god fucking hates me, so my foot gets caught and the bike falls flat on me, dragging my ass for a good 3 yards before I hit the car. So I crawl out from under the bike AND the car, shaking like a fucking leaf and prairie dogging with all of my mental strenght, and this bitch yells: "WHAT WILL MY DAD SAY?"
So I stand there, weighing my options, to kill her now and wait for the cops, or run away and murder her later. I chose the second, took a quick glimpse at her license plate, jumped on my bike and GTFOd.