if you're out there reading,
and you don't understand,
...don't worry about it.

 

my drive to work has been accompanied by these two jacklegs all week.
the snail in the beige ford consistently drives thirty miles per hour.
the ass in the yellow bmw consistently drives on my bumper.

and somehow, i seem to get stuck between them.
my own personal road rage inducing hell.

"shrimpin' ain't easy"

"you need conversational training wheels"

"i'm servin' up hot sloppy plates of jambalaya!"
"uh... i don't think that's very good marketing there."