Tag Archive | San Diego
Chalk it up to social Darwinism, but I refuse to risk life and limb, or endanger passengers and other drivers simply because Rex smells some tasty roadkill along the on ramp. You sealed your fate when left the yard, Rex.
Exhibit 3 – CatNocerous, ponders the oracular possibilities of a post-apocalyptic countryside and asks: Will humankind find sanctuary in an uncertain timeline where armor-bearing predators the size of a Ford F-250 SuperCab roam unchallenged? This tribal motif hints at cave painting, perhaps portending that prehistoric populace will rule modernity.
I can’t speak for the rest of this great nation, but we do things differently in California. Everybody speeds. Slow pokes and old folks stay glued to the slow lane or risk enduring our wrath. We expect you to burn rubber. It’s the law.