It’s Not A Road Trip Without Diesel Fumes And A Mexican Road-Block

In addition to spending many quality hours staring at cows and tin-box churches during my drive yesterday, I came across many types of drivers on the highway. The asshole on a cell phone, the bright yellow Porsche driving at 120 mph, the car that has smoke coming from its hood, and many others.

I’m sure I have flicked off hundreds of people in my years of driving, and every one of the bastards deserved it. I’m very precise in my flipping the bird. I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been told I flick-off at the level of a 50 year-old asshole. Just ask my dad, he taught me everything I know about driving etiquette.

Thanks to my fellow Texans for being so inspiring, many of whom I address in this post. Fucking bastards. LEARN TO DRIVE.
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