[PSYCHO-FREEP]

I love passing “Greenie Weenies” in their Priuses and hypebreds with my 450 hp Duramax. I start out slow until I get my tail pipe even with the driver's door. Then, I stand on the throttle and make them disappear on a cloud of black diesel smoke. All 450 ponies love a steady diet of environmentalist overkill. And I laugh profusely at the look on their faces as some try to catch me to flip me off, but they quickly become tiny specks in my rear view mirror.

[Daffynition]

Kudos!

//wild applause