Have a safe and happy New Years, kids.
And if you just have to drive drunk, set the cruise control for three miles over the speed limit and keep the dots on the road lined up with your driver-side headlight.
Back at ya Stephen.
Me, I predict close contact between my face and my best friend’s back lawn and/or deck somewhere post-midnight.
Ya’ll be good. Or at least not bad enough to get arrested. Jail not fun. Trust me.
Same to you, Steve. And I myself would like to predict close contact between my face and my girlfriend’s front porch and/or deck somewhere post-midnight, myself. Ahem.
Sorry, but how could I possibly have resisted with a setup like that?
Y’know, I’ve got a plate in my head because I followed similar advice.
We ain’t got dots here, son…we got lines. That, and the fact that I don’t have cruise control, contributed greatly to the incident.
Advice from a drunken Easter, have a friend watch the line on the passenger side and you watch the line on the driver’s side. If you both think you are going straight, you should be o.k., assuming you aren’t having the same swoons at the same exact time. I can’t help with the speed thing, unless you got a bench seat up front and can squeeze a third person in good with their left foot.
Happy New Year to you and the new VodkaWife, Stephen. All the best in 2003.
All the best for a very Happy New Year, Stephen.
And a Yappy Hew Near to you & yours! Hic! %–)
Happy New Year, Stephen & Melissa.
But seriously – driving intoxicated isn’t somethng to even JOKE about, let alone dis-encourage with a wink. My children are out there on the roads, as yours will be someday.
This is totally out of context but you were *that close* to getting $50.00 for your years work. (see Spoons Experience 20 resolutions post comments for details). Oh well, off to Little Green Footballs.
Jesus H. Christ!
This is one of the hippest blogs on the web but even here, people can’t take (or just flat out don’t get) a joke. In the infamous words of Sgt. Hulka “lighten up Francis”…
(the movie Stripes if you don’t already know)
Everything is something to joke about. (Like my forthcoming possible slow and painful death from soem unexpected source. Boy, that’s maybe gonna hurt!)
Just because we’re making jokes doesn’t mean we don’t also take it seriously, y’know.
This is sort of like handing out condoms in school – it’s not going to make the kids have sex, but it might save their lives.
If you’re dumb enough to drink and drive because VodkaPundit told you how to – you deserve to die. Just do us a favor and do it at home so as to not take anyone with you.
You wrote, “If you’re dumb enough to drink and drive………. do it at home”
Unless you own some serious acerage, kind of tough to do wouldn’t you say.
Nothing is off-limits for joking. In fact, Hitler is the subject of alot of good comedy, especially in recent years. A good zinger can say more than a stilted, long-winded doctoral thesis. At least to those who get jokes.