I’m Lactose Intolerant

Maybe this is just a guy thing…but when I’m on the highway taking a long trip and I set a cruise speed of approximately eight miles over, if anyone dares to pass me at my perfect speed they must be some kind of moron.

The longer the trip is, the more idiotic all other drivers become to me.

Then the other day I started wondering – what if everyone on the road is thinking exactly like I am right now? Then I started thinking how sweet it would be to race a car just like mine…then I started thinking about how hungry I was.

Then I stopped at Wendys and got a frosty (vanilla).

 -klriiiesq