A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly
her husband burst into the kitchen.
"Careful ... CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking
too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter.
Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!
Careful ... CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when u're
cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your
mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them.
Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
The wife stared at him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You think I
don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?" The husband calmly replied,
"I wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving!!"
first time i drove in a parkinglot my dad had his hand attached to the emergency brake handle which actually made me more nervous then anything. Also, if a car was moving int he parking lot with me, he would tell me to slow down, even if the car was a mile away. Kinda like the sceen from Austin powers when the security car screams at the top of his lungs when austin was driving the tractor. yea it was kinda like that
I can't believe you guys even have this problem. Make the girl sit passenger side. If she utters a single word of malcontent at your driving ability, it's definitely time to choke a bitch. Reach over, grab her neck, and procede to "live the dream" until she can longer breathe.
No, it's definitely better and safer to either, kick her out of the moving car (swing the car left and right for extra momentum) or just knock her out walker texas ranger style.
Yea, but nothing says shut up bitch, i'm in command like an old backhand across the face.
"why I've gotta be one of the cool kids just to walk by/
- without being tripped, thrown down on the ground and kicked/
Insulting me for no reason, I was treated like shit/
The teachers let it happen/
I've even seen some of them teachers laughing/
That's why I had a smile on my face when I started blastin/" - Ill Bill - The Anatomy of a School Shooting
my dad does 120 in a 70 zone.. its scary, but quiet funny.. he gets a fine just about everyday and i do enjoy laughing @ him.. the scariest part is when he reachers high speeds you can feel like front tires starting to lift up off the ground he has a V8 commodore.. the previous owner worked the shit out of it, he put a HSV Racer Motor into it, and all this other shit. its actually very wierd when you look under the hood of the car