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The other day I was driving my son to work. He works ten miles away and on the drive there, we encountered about four idiots on the road. I made a bet with my son - on the drive home I would run into (figuratively) an even dozen more. I lost the bet. It amounted to only eleven, but some were real winners. My favorite was the little old lady who pulled out of a side street right in front of me at five miles per hour blocking the two lanes. When I honked, she just smiled and waved at me. It took her a whole minute to clear twenty feet of road. 2sahn. The joy continues.
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It's the heat + no AC: Brain's boiled away.
(But they're safe from the zombie apocralypse.)Last edited by dalesys; 03-02-2012, 11:06 PM.I am not an a**hole. I am a hemorrhoid. I irritate a**holes!
Procrastination: Forward planning to insure there is something to do tomorrow.
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