"Hey, there's an eight pound tumor shooting out of ____'s
crotch. Do you really want to rely on a satellite telling you to turn left, or
do you want check the drive once or twice? Because that's the situation, and the stakes are as steep as a placenta splattering off your windshield."
(Actual names withheld because I don't want them to kill me)
wow that's a pretty gruesome description lol, i have no doubt that the will take that drive now.
ReplyDeleteNot to mention the damage to the upholstery. Those practise runs (at several different times of day) should be mandatory.
ReplyDeleteAre they the ones that took your writing materials? In that case, that ain't half of what they deserve. :-D
ReplyDeleteHmm well he won't listen to reason at least you'll scare him into it. ^_^
ReplyDelete