Friday, July 04, 2008

Mama Is Right About Clean Underwear

I nearly got creamed on Tampa Blvd. by a white with gold appointments Escalade full of trucker hat wearing youngsters bullshitting with each other throwin' up their hands to bass heavy hip-hop instead of paying attention to the road.  Thing ran the light way late and missed my middle-of-the-intersection-turning-left-with-nowhere-to-go car by an inch.  One.  Inch.  I watched it come towards me, not stopping and thought I was going to die.

My last thought?

Oh shit.  My vibrator is on the coffee table.  Eww.

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