or My Queef is Bigger than Your Queef.

On my way home with my converter that refuses to unlock, I see a little silver WRX pull out and slide in behind me. There's traffic so he follows for a while and then works his way up in front. Now, every time we hit a light, he lags behind and then nails it to throw a little queef back my direction. This goes on for a couple of miles and then suddenly, we are staged at a light. look over and see his passenger side window is now cracked so he can listen for any indication of what my happen. Guess he didn't hear anything 'cause when the light turned, he nailed it. I pulled away normally and then couldn't take it any more so I rolled into the throttle to try to maintain some semblence of traction when my queef thingy spooled. Success! Minimum tire spin. The WRX is out about 5 cars but I immediately start reeling him in faster than I can crank the reel. Freight trained him and let out. Never did get into third.

We chatted at the next light. Nice Hispanic guy with a long ponytail. We exchanged the usual compliments and then parted ways. He was probably wondering how he could have misinterpreted the ugliness of my ride.