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ass1 ( P ) Pronunciation Key (s)
n. pl. ass·es (sz)
1. Any of several hoofed mammals of the genus Equus, resembling and
closely related to the horses but having a smaller build and longer
ears, and including the domesticated donkey.
2. A vain, self-important, silly, or aggressively stupid person.
I'm referring to #2
I passed you on my way home from work today. with 1/4 mile to the
corner, I pulled into the next lane to pass you safely. When I got to
the corner, I pulled back into the right line to make a right turn and
stopped for oncoming traffic.
You thought it would be cool to pass me again on the right as I was
pulling out, and I almost crushed you to death. If you were a little
kid, I would have felt awful, as I'd assume you didn't know better.
Instead you were an ass. A grown man, on an expensive bike, and a jerky
attitude.
Half into the intersection, I avoided you while avoiding crossing
traffic as well, and as thanks for saving your life, you called me
names. As we waited side by side at the next light, you derided me, my
driving, my attitude, my weight (my weight?) my car. You leaned your
sweaty ass-face into my open window as spittle flew from your assinine
lips, you were going on about some other insult I give humanity by my
very presence when I rolled up my window and shut you out.
You make every cyclist look bad by your behavior. It would be a service
to cyclists everywhere, I think, if you stopped being such an ass.
n. pl. ass·es (sz)
1. Any of several hoofed mammals of the genus Equus, resembling and
closely related to the horses but having a smaller build and longer
ears, and including the domesticated donkey.
2. A vain, self-important, silly, or aggressively stupid person.
I'm referring to #2
I passed you on my way home from work today. with 1/4 mile to the
corner, I pulled into the next lane to pass you safely. When I got to
the corner, I pulled back into the right line to make a right turn and
stopped for oncoming traffic.
You thought it would be cool to pass me again on the right as I was
pulling out, and I almost crushed you to death. If you were a little
kid, I would have felt awful, as I'd assume you didn't know better.
Instead you were an ass. A grown man, on an expensive bike, and a jerky
attitude.
Half into the intersection, I avoided you while avoiding crossing
traffic as well, and as thanks for saving your life, you called me
names. As we waited side by side at the next light, you derided me, my
driving, my attitude, my weight (my weight?) my car. You leaned your
sweaty ass-face into my open window as spittle flew from your assinine
lips, you were going on about some other insult I give humanity by my
very presence when I rolled up my window and shut you out.
You make every cyclist look bad by your behavior. It would be a service
to cyclists everywhere, I think, if you stopped being such an ass.