tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post1524274235392433895..comments2023-10-17T09:46:20.456-04:00Comments on facebooking from the edge...: The truth shall set me free.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-31991405602718166362012-09-13T18:08:28.454-04:002012-09-13T18:08:28.454-04:00Oh, my dear woman. I am a Speed Limit Elitist. B...Oh, my dear woman. I am a Speed Limit Elitist. But I do that so everyone can live! When I step outside the box... even if it's Schrodinger's, *things* happen.<br /><br />Whenever you see me on the road, thank me. Because I haven't deviated from my course and ruined your life. Yet.Ubiquitous Zombiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13830608821708764928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-21867620974714158212012-09-07T18:36:09.681-04:002012-09-07T18:36:09.681-04:00I have a feeling some of those New York drivers ha...I have a feeling some of those New York drivers have moved to Texas . Also, i'm an admitted speed limit elitist most of the time, but I can't help it, the cops here get you for going 5 over just as much as they let you go flying by at 10 over. So you never know if there's a cop who is having a bad day nearby. Then, they raised the state speed limit to 75 here...omg don't they know that if they raise it to 75 people are going to go AT LEAST 90? I had people honking at me all the way back from South Dakota a couple of months ago because I dared to go only 85. Turds. Cassienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-34510368637579462862012-09-07T11:14:15.876-04:002012-09-07T11:14:15.876-04:00I also need one that says "GET YOUR TRACTOR O...I also need one that says "GET YOUR TRACTOR OFF THE FUCKING HIGHWAY, OLD MCJACKASS, I NEED TO GET TO WORK" because it's apparently perfectly acceptable to drive a John Deere tractor bigger than a fucking army tank down the middle of the highway at 20 miles an hour. Yes, this happened to me this morning. Rachelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-51646518903939268012012-09-07T10:44:10.934-04:002012-09-07T10:44:10.934-04:00You crack me up SO MUCH. That dingo picture = hila...You crack me up SO MUCH. That dingo picture = hilarious. <br /><br />We get the occasional drifters from Upstate down here sometimes. We get the worst of everywhere, now I think about it. I may have to steal your idea and do a post like this about the dangers of driving around in North Jersey...<br /><br />xo!Michhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12456803425068822920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-38483234524534566332012-09-06T22:44:17.196-04:002012-09-06T22:44:17.196-04:00New Jersey drivers are no better. The other day, ...New Jersey drivers are no better. The other day, I got cut off and yelled at the guy. Then, from the back seat, my 6 year old says "Don't worry, Mommy. I gave him the finger for you."<br /><br />I bought her ice cream.<br /><br />Hugs!<br /><br />ValerieValeriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15463173488099670688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-55412365245281111562012-09-06T22:23:48.333-04:002012-09-06T22:23:48.333-04:00Your husband is ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. Please have h...Your husband is ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. Please have him call my husband and let him know I'M RIGHT, DAMMIT. I'M RIGHT. I'M RIGHT. <br /><br />Your husband is a FREAKING GENIUS.<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-45917143090552414712012-09-06T22:22:47.213-04:002012-09-06T22:22:47.213-04:00PLEASE go on and on. I need new material. Scream...PLEASE go on and on. I need new material. Screaming, "What the fuck!!!" isn't getting me very far.<br /><br /> "SUCKS THAT YOUR EXPENSIVE LUXURY CAR DIDN'T COME WITH A TURN SIGNAL, ASSHAT, YOU SHOULD LOOK INTO GETTING ONE" is officially my new favorite sentence, ever.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-3848669277582183782012-09-06T22:21:18.066-04:002012-09-06T22:21:18.066-04:00Not just you. Driving here makes me want to buy a...Not just you. Driving here makes me want to buy a sniper rifle and climb a tower. Seriously.<br /><br />Beaver attacks, dingos eating babies... I totally get it. <br /><br />And it's effing hilarious, dammit.<br /><br />People are too sensitive. I lost a follower yesterday because of my off the shoulder remark (tee hee) about sprouting another head and posting a photo of the conjoined twins.<br /><br />Apparently I have no business being around children with disabilities.<br /><br />Who knew?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-76767887679276123782012-09-06T22:18:24.155-04:002012-09-06T22:18:24.155-04:00I love you for validating me. Dan's whole com...I love you for validating me. Dan's whole come-back argument is based on the theory of the "California stop." Which isn't annoying at all. If anything, it's thrifty and economical because it saves time and gas.<br /><br />God, I'm such a giver.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-63607526766668912532012-09-06T22:15:58.278-04:002012-09-06T22:15:58.278-04:00Maisy would never say that. She's looking at ...Maisy would never say that. She's looking at me and thinking, "Who, Mommy? Who? Who is it?"<br /><br />Truest fucking story EVER.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-71998286770683449872012-09-06T22:14:42.980-04:002012-09-06T22:14:42.980-04:00Mother of the YEAR. Right here, right now. You. ...Mother of the YEAR. Right here, right now. You. Are. Awesome.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-59241140388490931452012-09-06T22:03:26.503-04:002012-09-06T22:03:26.503-04:00When Miss A was 3 we were in the car when some guy...When Miss A was 3 we were in the car when some guy cut me off in traffic. I yelled "You SCHMUCK!!". From the backseat, Miss A says "Mommy. You know what you forgot to call him??". Me (cringing): "No baby. What??" Miss A: "A JERK!!" Me: "Yep. He's a JERK". I thought I'd dodged a bullet. Then IT happened. Miss A: "Mommy. You know what else you forgot to call him??" Me: (Feeling pretty confident in my Mommy Awesome-ness) "No Baby. What else did I forget to call him??" Miss A: (With perfect emphasis & inflection) "A FUCKING ASSHOLE!!".<br />I've never been as proud and ashamed as I was at that moment.<br />Every swear word my kids know they learned from me, on I-12, in Baton Rouge, LA.MouthyBarberMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04539307357684692962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-80895875369773580412012-09-06T19:43:32.722-04:002012-09-06T19:43:32.722-04:00There is a stretch of road here in the great state...There is a stretch of road here in the great state of MD in which attracts the biggest douchebags on the road, most usually driving some huge pickup truck to replace the fact that they have a small penis. And they always want to try to run me off the road or get on my ass. I AM GOING 80, FUCKER. CALM THE FUCK DOWN. I hate driving assholes.<br /><br />But I love how Maisey is looking at you like "it's you, bitch. Right there. Judgy McJudgerson!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-34957898158836029352012-09-06T15:42:05.252-04:002012-09-06T15:42:05.252-04:00As a CNY resident,I hope I am still allowed to com...As a CNY resident,I hope I am still allowed to comment on the poor drivers of this state! Oh, and I think 55 means at least 68 (I understand that some people get twitchy if the speedometer is actually hitting 70). Some days it seems like the 45 in a 55 folks are a bigger hazard than the 65 ones!Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01294308714313220666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-29384782232032208242012-09-06T12:30:30.283-04:002012-09-06T12:30:30.283-04:00Road Rage.. Makes you afraid when you get into the...Road Rage.. Makes you afraid when you get into the car that you may, may.. have played too much Saints Row, and will start slammimg your car into everything in sight laughing like a lunatic... Maybe it's just me? I am having an insensitive day today. I just wrote a blog about people getting attacked by beavers.. which is true.. and HILARIOUS to me.. because something is obviously quite wrong with me. Maybe I shouldn't drive today at all! I can already feel the force rising up inside me, and I haven't even gotten back into the car! Northern VA people can't drive worth shit. ALL of them. Kelly Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10105051020396321975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-35002263523678891962012-09-06T10:41:59.806-04:002012-09-06T10:41:59.806-04:00I hate stupid drivers. HATE. It's amazing that...I hate stupid drivers. HATE. It's amazing that I haven't given myself a concussion from banging my head against the steering wheel in frustration, because yelling at them only goes so far. I've thought about making myself some large signs that can be read in a person's rear view mirror and flipped over to be read by the person behind you as well, which such phrases as "FUCKING GO FASTER, DOUCHEBAG" or "THE LEFT LANE IS FOR PASSING AND GOING FAST, NOT DRIVING 20 MILES UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT" and "TURN YOUR DAMN TURN SIGNAL OFF, IT'S BEEN ON FOR THE LAST 5 MILES YOU CUNTLICKER" or how about "SUCKS THAT YOUR EXPENSIVE LUXURY CAR DIDN'T COME WITH A TURN SIGNAL, ASSHAT, YOU SHOULD LOOK INTO GETTING ONE" oh and "GET OFF MY ASS OR I WILL BRAKE CHECK YOU - IF YOU WANT TO PASS ME, USE THE LEFT LANE, MOTHERFUCKER" and this gem "YOU DON'T HAVE TO HIT YOUR BRAKES EVERY TIME YOU GET WITHIN 100 FT OF THE CAR IN FRONT OF YOU, TWAT". I could go on and on. Rachelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-70387527338691725422012-09-06T10:30:46.155-04:002012-09-06T10:30:46.155-04:00My husband's pet peeve is those who pass on th...My husband's pet peeve is those who pass on the shoulder! Or the right, if you're on the freeway. The right lane is not a passing lane. If traffic is backed up in the left lane, there's usually a reason, blah, blah, blah. I listened to all of the reasons why this is unacceptable and illegal on the way to Florida this summer. And back. Sarah Smith-Frigeriohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14723126856562366307noreply@blogger.com