I think I mentioned it before, but I used to ride that particular bus to class.

So now do we get copycat teenagers driving into storms to try to get a free new car from the manufacturer?

I scrolled too far without seeing Smokey & The Bandit II.

Look, Ma!  No Alternator.

I once waited 2 hours for a gate to open. The only problem was, we were late, and the next gate that was to be available had the plane I was supposed to board.

Choosy moms choose gif.

Needs to be more like a ski lift. No stopping. Just get it front of it and awkwardly get scooped up and hit a stranger in the face. Then chat for 12 minutes before you get dumped out and run over.

I think the color/bw dreaming depends on the person and how their mind works. I generally dream in b&w with vivid detail. I’m the kind of person that can watch a car drive by and if you asked me what color it was I couldn’t tell you, but I could tell you what year/make/model it was, which lights were burned out, and…

I was going to mention this.

When the telephone poles start bending, go somewhere else.

Footsteps erase with the tide.

Somebody drinking in the afternoon is just going to drive home.

Yeah, that wasn’t just a flash fire though. He had gasoline on his clothes and in his skin. He was actually on fire.

There’s a record of every transaction.  It’s actually perfectly traceable no matter how hard you try to avoid it.

Flash fires from gasoline don’t usually kill anyone.  They are just warm, noisy, and a good way to get rid of hair.

Nobody said he was.   Even if the pickup was going 40, if the transit van was going 75 it’s a 115 mph impact.

none.

at 8:30pm?