Oh Fuck Me
sideways with a splintery red-hot chainsaw.
15. 2 miles.
57 minutes.
Come on, people. That water? That falls from the sky? Is that the problem? It's called "rain" (although I'd hesitate to call this morning's sad little mist-worthy spittle rain). It happens sometimes. I promise it won't eat through your windshield and burn out your eyes, so you could you just stop gawping and fucking drive?
*sigh* Good morning, world!
15. 2 miles.
57 minutes.
Come on, people. That water? That falls from the sky? Is that the problem? It's called "rain" (although I'd hesitate to call this morning's sad little mist-worthy spittle rain). It happens sometimes. I promise it won't eat through your windshield and burn out your eyes, so you could you just stop gawping and fucking drive?
*sigh* Good morning, world!