A bonded-truck recklessly overtook my car, with me and my family in it. In that crucial accident-avoiding situation, I angrily showed my one finger to the driver.
Then came the "curious-newly-learned how-to-count" voice from the back seat. "Abah, why did you show him one?".
There goes all the anger. I replied, "It doesn't matter dear. Sometimes you can show them two, three, four or even ten".
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on the road, sometimes those rude road bullies are just pathetic!
from the way they yell and making vulgar signs, i am sure they spent the first 12 years of their life alone in the woods raised by an angry retarded wolf, lacking of human contact and motherly love...thats why they get angry so much at the slightest traffic unsmoothness...
and to do that with their kids at the back seat??!
hehehe..tallang, nasib baik the alasan u gave to your kid boleh diterimapakai..hehehe..
oops..my comment longer than ur entry..oops
Oiiii..? m not raised by wolf lah. those paris-dakar kind of driving on the federal road, sapa boleh sabar dikk??
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