i called someone of the male persuasion a jackass today..
and boy did it feel gooOOod..

driving along, singing a happy tune..
when mr jackass cuts me off..
but that wasn't wut pissed me off..no no no...
about 10 feet later, he decides he needs to come to a near stop and turn right..

so, i rolled down my passenger window..
and with the grace of one inflicted by tourette's, with every fiber in my being, i yelled, "jackass!!!!"
mr jackass did a double take..
and i went back to my happy song..

damn, that felt good..