That
bitch in the SUV who almost ran you over this morning because you had the nerve to try to cross her street at a crosswalk, when the little "walk" man was green, despite the fact that she had over one hundred
feet to slow her fat ass down before crowding you out of the
lane, which she wanted to use to make a right turn without signaling. Don'
t worry, she didn'
t see you: she was on her cell
phone talking to some other soccer mom slut, and is therefore incapable of perceiving, acknowledging or responding to any outside influence or displaying any semblance of situational awareness that might prevent her from running you over. In fact, even though the law guarantees you the right of way as a pedestrian, you should always yield to the soccer mom or in general the
dodge driver or SUV driver, so her fat
kid can in fact get to soccer practice five seconds sooner: he needs the exercise.
To identify a soccer mom listen for the phrase -- "Fucking
bitch, watch where you're going and get off the phone!"
We should all be nicer to soccer moms...they have it rough. Its hard to drink
Starbucks, talk on your cell phone too loudly in public, run pedestrians over in your SUV and single-handedly change the movie, TV and video game rating system all at the same time.
The soccer mom should not be confused with the conventional stay-at-home-mom, who actually stays home, supports her family and raises children who don'
t grow up to be
money-grubbing scoundrel frat
boy/girls who are incapable of contributing to society, but rather raises well-mannered respectable young adults that don'
t make you want to puke every time you see them.