I was driving home last night from my Interstellar Travel/Cross-Stitch class, when a group of 25 hillbillies in a Ford Escort started tailgating me and flashing their highbeams. I slam on the brakes, sending the Escort with the 6250lbs of man meat slamming into the back bumper of my Cavalier.
I hop out of my car and slay the works of them with a spork from KFC.