| Hehehe, that's one of my favorite sites. As I am against tattoos, I'm going to have to say nay to the chucklehead route. Perhaps we can think of something else.
In the latest edition of "It Could Only Happen to Annette" I had a near-miss on my way to grandma's last night. I was nearly there when I noticed a truck backing out of a driveway. There was a car in front of me, but nobody behind me. The driveway was sloped, going down into the street. The truck looked like it was going a bit fast and I wondered if he saw us. The car in front of me made it by, but I realized that the truck was not stopping. So I hit the brakes and sure enough, the truck comes flying into the street. There was some plywood in the back, so the liftgate was down, and there was a man running behind the truck. I thought maybe he was trying to keep the wood from sliding out while the truck went down the hill. Then I looked at the end of the driveway, and there was a woman sitting on the ground. I see the guy run around the truck, hop behind the wheel, and park it. Now I'm thouroughly concerned, so I pull over and walk over to them. The woman was sobbing hysterically and appeared to be missing a shoe. Her finger was snapped back at the top knuckle; quite nasty-looking. The man said that the truck just started to roll and it knocked her over! He was calling an ambulance and said they should be ok, so I got back in the car and headed to grandma's. Naturally, the one day I'm driving the Lexus, I have cars flying at me from out of the blue. Fortunately, dinner was far more uneventful. Well, until we saw that Skinemax show in the "saved" file on my grandfather's On Demand listings. That made me want to vomit. |