So we went on our trip, which was great for the most part, save for the fool who stopped in the middle of 295 in the black dark and almost got us killed! We missed the accident though, and kept on trucking. Then some more fools, also known as motorcyclists, wouldn't let us by to catch up with the person we were following. I think I hate people.
The funniest thing about this whole potentially tragic incident is my 7 year old asked me during the fracas, "Can I Have permission to say a bad word?" I ignored her at the time since my heart was in my throat and I was trying to stave off a heart attack/stroke. But when we got to our destination, I turned to her and asked her to repeat herself. "Can I Have permission to say a bad word?" I said, "No, but you can tell me the first letter of what you wanted to say." She goes, "I wanted to say those M Motorcyclists!"
Silence.
Then laughter.
Well, my child...go big or go home....she didn't want to say "Damn" or "Shit"...she wanted to call them Motherfuckers!!!! Well, I agreed with her...but I told her I was glad she asked permission and didn't say it because it was such an ugly word.
ROFLMAO...but I sure nuff said it, muthafucking motorcyclists! LOL
Be back later this week to let you know why United Airlines and the Transportation Security Agency suck eggs!
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