Few things drive me into a fury of bloodlust and carnage more than G-dog cars with blaring "Boom-boom" music. There should be a hunting season just for putting a 7mm Mag round through the car's amplifier.
If my grandfather knew how Fu#$ed up his children and a good portion of his grandchildren turned out, he probably would have castrated himself in high school.
Why is it that when you get into a fist fight on the streets, you go to jail, but if you get into a fight with other players in professional sports, you just get fined?