You belong face down on the sidewalk, anyway

The next time I have to change my route or pace because some dumb, fat, smoking chick walks out of the bar without even looking, totally oblivious to the fact that I'm going to walk smack into them if they don't see me, I'm not going to change my route or pace, and I'll walk smack into them, I swear. It's my sidewalk, get the hell ouf of my way, you pig.