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Crazy Karen Has A Bike-Lane Induced Meltdown Due To An AMBULANCE In Her Beloved Bike Lane

Anytime you can stop, take out your cell phone, rant for a few minutes, cry, and then be on your way instead of just going three feet to the left and continuing on with your soggy day, you absolutely got to do it. 

What's even worse, has this woman never been on the internet? Has she even heard of R/Karen or R/longtits (doesnt have anything to do with this blog but youll see some hilarious tits)? Has she even heard the term Karen? Seriously, check out the weird tits on R/longboobs. WILD tits. Now, I'm not usually a Karen Accuser but this is a bridge too far. Why? Because she did this to herself. It's one thing when you are caught having a bad day. Let's say that your order of bagels turns out to be wrong while you are 5 foot 2. Let's say you start to accuse people- without cause- that they are treating you differently because you are a short king who likes to be bossy about bagels. If that happens, I'm sympathetic. We all have some bad days so whomst am I to judge? A judger. That's who I am. I judged the shit out of this lady because she continues a theme that my guy Feits talked about a few years ago but it clearly needs to be brought to the forefront again: Bikers are a different breed and they are insufferable AT TIMES. Everything is an affront to their cycling sensibilities and even an ambulance won't deter them from their disgusting entitlement or having ass bones that can take hard, thin seats for hours. Fuckin sickos.  

I hate to break it to you peddlers out there, but this is a car world. Always has been (I don't care about what happened in 1920 or before. Totally irrelevant). Always will be. If you can't stand that, stand up and walk like the rest of us do but if you don't, don't be mad when ambulances are out there tending to the sick and injured. Just scoot over, keep your phone in your pocket, and continue down the road in the middle of the bike lane. The rest of us do not care when someone else is in your beloved green bike lane unless you delay my order on Uber Eats. Let those folks through no matter what. My pho is life or death when I'm famished after a long day at the Dick Sucking Factory.