Brad over at Spelled Melk doesn't post very often, but when he does, it's comedy gold:
It was Friday morning, and I'd spent the last ten minutes in my car, waiting in line at a stoplight to turn left onto the highway. After listening to the same CD for the 27th time in my car over the last week, I was getting bored. I needed something to keep myself awake until I got home, and being stuck in Traffic Purgatory wasn't exactly helping.Irritated, I sat and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. Then, I turned and looked at the BMW stopped in the thru-lane on my right. I looked closer, focusing lazily on the woman driving the Beamer. To my amazement, this lady had her finger up her nose, wriggling it with with such veracity that I think she was itching her frontal lobe.
Jackpot! Now that's entertainment.
Thre's more, but I'll let you follow the link.
I guess it's true what they say; everyone has one nose-picking incident in their past that they can't forget.
At least she wasn't leaning over her steeringwheel to scratch her butt. I saw a lady do that at a stoplight once. DISGUSTING!@!!
Hope you all got the painting done without divorce proceedings starting. I like the color btw, it's similar to my living room too.
And the salad dog's pee excursion commentary was hilarious!
(poor scott. if only he knew the truth).
Posted by: Laura at October 24, 2005 09:28 AMShe was wriggling with veracity?
Hmm. Ferocity, maybe?
Eh. Sorry. I was channeling my APE teacher.
Posted by: Margi at October 24, 2005 04:07 PM