Tim Young has something to say about those large
puffy things that explode in your face when the
jerk in the car in front of you stops really fast
forcing you to run into him.
The way he states it is much funnier.
I remember growing up when we didn’t have
seat belts in the vehicle, never mind the overly
sophisticated over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder
harness set-ups that most cars have in them now.
I can remember hitting the solid metal dashboard
at speeds well over 70MPH several times when I
was a weeeee lad, and there’s nothing wrong with me.
With me…
With me…
With me…
With me…