Wednesday driving home from work, it was like poetry in motion. Every single car on the freeway pulled over to let the ambulance go by. All of the inbreeders were off the road... Except for the one driving the ambulance.
First rain in months on an oily freeway and he had to be doing ninety. It would have taken one nose picker or cell phone talker to write a whole 'nother ending to that story...My dad would have sooooo canned his ass.
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Well, I'm glad the story turned out better than it could have. I'm a big what-if-er, which always makes me err on the side of caution.
By the way, your Dad sounds like a hell of a man.
You know what, Sayre? He totally is. So is my mother but she's soooo subtle about it.
I read so many blogs where people had miserable childhoods due to crap parents, and I am grateful everyday that I got some good ones.
Ill bet they are proud of you too sunshine. Thats a very scary freeway visual....
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