Yield To Wiscreants
I had no idea everyone in Wisconsin was profoundly mentally challenged. I mean, I’ve watched this video, like, three or four times now, and each time I expect to see a fleet of short buses appear and enter THE ROTARY, YOU IDJITS, IT’S A ROTARY…
I’m sorry. I got a bit carried away. Ahem. I better call it a roundabout. I guess that’s what Wiscones, or Wiscassetts, or Wiscretins, or Wiscaholics, or Wiscalliopes, or whatever you call people that live in a big, mitteny state that needs to tell people wearing halter-top-Yugos running in a circle on a king-sized toddler’s car carpet not to drive over the median or yell RAMMING SPEED! and crash into each other like blind goats when they get to a ROTARY, IT’S A DAMNED ROTARY, YOU WISCALCULATIONS OR WISCREANTS OR WHATEVER THEY CALL YOU.
Do the coaches have to tell you not to run to third base on a single, too? I mean the players on the Brewers, not T ball. Pull yourselves together over there, will you?
[Thanks to old friend Charles Schneider for sending that one along]
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A semi rolled over in a new Wisconsin roundarotary the first day it was open.
Did you notice how Southren folksy the music and language are? This is not aimed at Wisconsin natives. We don’t talk that way. This is for the lost souls who have migrated here from the South and can’t find their way out. Some are stuck in roundabouts. These are the people who drive junker cars with bad tires into snowstorms. We find a few of them every Spring when the snow melts.
Some actually manage to breed here and we see their kids out walking in sandals in February. When serious dumbth spans generations, there is no hope for these people.
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