When rage drives, common sense hitchhikes.
That wasn’t a fight, it was free clown entertainment.
Bro bought a one-way ticket to Karma City.
The only thing faster than his car was his temper.
That crash cost more than his IQ is worth.
He threw hands like he throws brain cells—recklessly.
Road rage: unlimited fuel, zero logic.
That wasn’t a disaster, it was natural selection at work.
Congrats, you just turned your car into scrap art.
The price of stupidity? Paid in full, no refunds.