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]