A Laugh for a snowy day
Driving to the office this morning on the Interstate,
I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new Mustang doing 65 miles per hour with
her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on
her eyeliner. I looked away for a couple seconds
and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup.
As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked
my cell phone away from my ear which fell into the
coffee between my legs, splashed and burned Big John and the Twins, ruined the **** phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important call. *insert cuss word here*
Damn women drivers
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I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new Mustang doing 65 miles per hour with
her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on
her eyeliner. I looked away for a couple seconds
and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup.
As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked
my cell phone away from my ear which fell into the
coffee between my legs, splashed and burned Big John and the Twins, ruined the **** phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important call. *insert cuss word here*
Damn women drivers
