Neanderpundit

To build the bridge. To drive the train across it. To hear the lamentations of the passengers.

If you have an Android phone, you need to get your mitts on Xconstruct. its a game that gives you some girders and stuff, and you build a bridge, and if you did OK, the train crosses.

here’s the best part: if you fuckup, the train crashes to the ground, and you can hear the passengers screaming.

There’s a free version that you can build I think eight bridges,m then it stops working. The whole ball of wax costs $2 so it’s worth it, once you get hooked on the free one.

I was stuck between a truck and another truck. I wanted to be in your lane. You stayed directly opposite me, though you had ten or twlve car lengths ahead and behind you. You could have sped up and let me in, you could have slowed down and let me in. And yet, for six miles, you stayed right next to me.

That is why I changed lanes into you, just in case you were wondering. Yes, i heard your horn. Yes, I saw your finger. But you know what? you put down your goddamned phone and paid attention to your driving from that point on.

Mission accomplished.

There are no testicles left in North America.

I don’t use mine because I have hostages to my fortune, but I thought, somewhere out there had to be a single guy with no wife and children or family members to use as handles, who still had a pair swinging between his legs.

If there were, Beverly Perdue and Elisabeth Warren would not still be breathing. Not to mention Sheriff Dupnik and his minions, or the justice department fools who raided Gibson.