He didn't hit you, he didn't bump you, he RUBBED you.
And rubbing son, is racing.
3 comments:
Big Blue Monkey said...
No joke about driving a track packer?
There's gotta be one somewhere in there.
12:33 PM
Garwood B. Jones said...
I thought it would be nice to start out my blogging activity by trafficking in idiotic pop-culture references AND showing a completely callous disregard for all things decent. I'd like to think that I threw down the gauntlet, or rather "knocked it out of the park" if you're partial to sports analogies. I hope that my cruel and unnecessary joke really created an archetype, nay par exemplar, for all of my future posting.
12:38 PM
mcSey said...
I'm thinking the last scene in American Werewolf in London here. Glad I'm not that guy.
3 comments:
No joke about driving a track packer?
There's gotta be one somewhere in there.
I thought it would be nice to start out my blogging activity by trafficking in idiotic pop-culture references AND showing a completely callous disregard for all things decent. I'd like to think that I threw down the gauntlet, or rather "knocked it out of the park" if you're partial to sports analogies. I hope that my cruel and unnecessary joke really created an archetype, nay par exemplar, for all of my future posting.
I'm thinking the last scene in American Werewolf in London here. Glad I'm not that guy.
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