A very large killing machine, a very small brain.
The M5 south of Bristol is a lonely place at 2 am in winter, and it's made worse by being pitch black with no landmarks. High in the cab, it's warm, the cruise control was on, and the road stretched out featurelessly.

The office rang me, and asked how I was getting on.

"Er, dunno"

"Why not?"

"I've forgotten where I am. Is it Wednesday yet?"
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sun 24 Jul 2011, 10:21, 3 replies)

should be a taxi driver

( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Sun 24 Jul 2011, 10:51, closed)

that's the place where the traffic is always bollocksed by accidents
probably due to long straight bits of road with no features hence why so many multiple pileups and even people looking at the pileup and then having another one 100 yeards down the road cos they were still looking in the rear view mirror.
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Sun 24 Jul 2011, 17:51, closed)

No, they're all suicidal as they realise that they're heading for Exeter

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 14:07, closed)