Have you ever had crispbread? Or even better, sour crispbread? I once ate that in bed, was drunk… The crumbs were there even after like few sheet changes.
Ah that was a fun read and now I’m in on the reference. But my stance on the matter remains unchanged. I ate freeze-dried sweet potatoes in bed before I fell asleep a few hours ago yet I assure you I’m a highly competent driver.
I’ve driven across the USA coast-to-coast 5 times by myself, in a ten-foot-tall truck, and one of those trips I was hauling a 40-foot trailer behind it. I’m adept at attaching the trailer & detaching the trailer, & cranking it all up & down. I’m comfortable driving backwards with that behemoth trailer too, to angle & maneuver it back it into parking spots. All incident free. I invite you to come be my passenger sometime, without the trailer because that’s a rare occasion, & you can decide for yourself if I’m a good driver or a bad driver.
these are the people I have to share a highway with
Not just eating in bed, eating chips.
*shudders*
Have you ever had crispbread? Or even better, sour crispbread? I once ate that in bed, was drunk… The crumbs were there even after like few sheet changes.
It’s honestly a crime against nature. Who would even do that?
Not necessarily an indicator that they’re bad drivers. Just be grateful you don’t have to share a bed with them.
Ah that was a fun read and now I’m in on the reference. But my stance on the matter remains unchanged. I ate freeze-dried sweet potatoes in bed before I fell asleep a few hours ago yet I assure you I’m a highly competent driver.
Counterpoint: bad drivers don’t think they’re bad drivers :p
I’ve driven across the USA coast-to-coast 5 times by myself, in a ten-foot-tall truck, and one of those trips I was hauling a 40-foot trailer behind it. I’m adept at attaching the trailer & detaching the trailer, & cranking it all up & down. I’m comfortable driving backwards with that behemoth trailer too, to angle & maneuver it back it into parking spots. All incident free. I invite you to come be my passenger sometime, without the trailer because that’s a rare occasion, & you can decide for yourself if I’m a good driver or a bad driver.
You got very defensive to something that was a little joke that wasn’t specifically calling you out
I don’t feel defensive, my brain is just freestyling, when I read something and I blurt out the stream of consciousness that occurs in my mind.