It looks like I spoke to soon. Let me repeat at a now more appropriate time:
Just like on that sitcom Webster!
It looks like I spoke to soon. Let me repeat at a now more appropriate time:
Just like on that sitcom Webster!
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| You think your week was bad...hrmph.
I was driving to work yesterday, all cool, with the window down (since I have no ac); when I look over and see this hot chick in the lane next to me. Well, being the Romeo that I am, I kind of lick my lips and twirl my mustache at her; at the same instant that this pigeon decides to take a huge crap, which flies right into my left eye, temporarily blinding me. I veer off, into the opposite lane, clipping the front wheel of a biker who was in a pinch trying to ride the curb; kicking his bike about 50 feet into the air. The biker rolls off onto the sidewalk, but his bike soars right over my truck, and onto the hood of car (the hot chick), in the next lane, causing her to panic slamming on the brakes, swirving into a fishtail spin against the rest of the oncoming traffic. The guy behind her, who was passively talking on his cell phone a minute before, freaks, hits his brakes, spills hot coffee all over his crotch, and screams like a banshee; scaring the s**t out of the person on the other end of the phone (also driving to work), causing them to momentarily lose control of their vehicle, and careen right into the central office of my bank, destroying their computer system and erasing all records of my bank account, and financial cushion. |

