Bloglander

Whoever you are, where ever you live, I would love to meet you. At the least, let me buy you a beer. After our beer, I'll drive and you can give deserving people the finger. They probably won't be able to see though since their heads are usually not on their shoulders, it's up something instead. Which would also explain why they can't hear us laying on the horn half the time. We can use my megaphone to remind them of the speed limit & to get the hell out of the way. I would love it if more people thought and spoke more like you do.