When Did They Change The Driving Age To 7?

This is a follow up to Tuesday's post about the Irish Cream guys.

That same night, on the way home I had to stop at Walmart for a few things. On my way out, there were three souped up pickup trucks in the parking lot. The drivers were trying to race to a stop sign faster and louder than any of the others. They were revving their engines and playing chicken.

Guys, let me tell you what we women see when we see that.

We see a group of 7 year old boys standing in a circle with their pants down, fighting with each other about who has the biggest whacker. With each rev of your stupid engine, we hear "No way! Mine's bigger!". With each blare of your horns, we hear, "Oh yeah?? Well mine can shoot pee farther!!". And with each screech of the tires we hear, "You're rubber and I'm glue!".

It's kind of cute when 7 year old kids do it. It's vomit producing in grown men.

Just remember one simple rule, it doesn't matter how big your whacker is if every female you get within 10 feet of shrivels up like the Wicked Witch of the East's legs under Dorothy's displaced house.




It wouldn't surprise me if the guys got out of their trucks wearing tee-shirts spouting some sort of "gear shift" reference.

(You can thank Melissa for the term "whacker".)