Tuesday, October 14, 2014

I'm Sorry, I Couldn't Help It...


I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.
I will not get carsick on the driver.

Ok, I take your point... I understand that getting carsick all over the driver when the car is moving and we are less than 50 feet from our house can be awkward. What? Ok, fine... not just awkward. Totally unacceptable. Whatever you want to call it. Can we have a snack now?


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