April 26th, 2010 / 9:54 pm
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almost puked just now
almost puked just now
Is there a term for automobile-induced agoraphobia?– because thanks for giving me whatever you call that.
Is there a term for automobile-induced agoraphobia?– because thanks for giving me whatever you call that.
Ok, so I was searching Google for “fear of automobiles” and another common query was triggered, “fear of automatic toilets.” I found this: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/12/nyregion/12flush.html
Ok, so I was searching Google for “fear of automobiles” and another common query was triggered, “fear of automatic toilets.” I found this: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/12/nyregion/12flush.html
I think people drive like they talk or date or do their job or navigate buying the right dog–not so well.
I think people drive like they talk or date or do their job or navigate buying the right dog–not so well.
loved the activity bus.
loved the activity bus.
haha
haha
I don’t like the ones where people get hurt.
those motorcycles just blew apart.
I don’t like the ones where people get hurt.
those motorcycles just blew apart.
jesus. seems like a lot of people died in those crashes.
the guy who just speeds past the cop from the turn lane was smart.
jesus. seems like a lot of people died in those crashes.
the guy who just speeds past the cop from the turn lane was smart.
I don’t stop and gawk, I keep moving.
I don’t stop and gawk, I keep moving.
I feel ill. Yet the two fire trucks crashing was also hilarious.
I feel ill. Yet the two fire trucks crashing was also hilarious.
“Ow”
I’ve only watched the first minute (no physical agony yet) and it’s brilliant.
4:45: greatest moment in firetruck history.
presumably both firetrucks had their sirens on and couldn’t tell the other one was approaching?
“Ow”
I’ve only watched the first minute (no physical agony yet) and it’s brilliant.
4:45: greatest moment in firetruck history.
presumably both firetrucks had their sirens on and couldn’t tell the other one was approaching?
2:30 is awful and gorgeous; watch the bag rise.
“firetruck history” is a book I would read.
J.G. Ballard much?
Two thoughts come to mind:
1) I don’t ever want to drive in Oxnard.
2) I don’t ever want to drive again.
And this addendum:
1) I don’t want to see the bicycle-car compilation. Ever.
2:30 is awful and gorgeous; watch the bag rise.
“firetruck history” is a book I would read.
J.G. Ballard much?