That Time I Almost Died Over a Twinkie Driving on a Bridge that goes over a barge canal on the ocean. It's tall, it's intimidating to first time drivers, and it's narrow. I'm in the far right lane going 55 and the SUV to my left in going like 65-70 and approaching me quickly. I check my mirrors and it's getting closer and closer to my left side. I shit you not, MAYBE TWO INCHES away from my door before I swerve hard right and maneuver to the front of this fucking asshole who nearly ran me off the side of the bridge and I can't even see his head. HE drifts into my old lane and pops back up with a FUCKING TWINKIE IN HIS GODFORSAKEN MOUTH! Like a dog with a bone. I get over to his left and start screaming a storm and wishing his mother would get raped and shit and of course the fucker is like 300lbs so I had to throw in that no one will ever love him and that if he does that shit again he should run himself over the bridge.