Ice and Snow and Asshole Drivers

Prepare yourself kids. The commute to work tomorrow is going to be about as much fun as stuffing a sock full of tacks and hitting it against the soles of your feet.

I grew up in the hills, so I’m quite comfortable driving a car in the snow and know that when ice accumulates on the roads and it’s tough to see through your windshield, you slow down and trade getting to work on time for getting to work alive.

That being said, anyone who’s purchased an SUV in the last five years automatically thinks they are in one of those commercials where the fine print on the bottom reads “Professional Driver on a Closed Course.”

Yeah, sure, blast by me on 22 at 87 miles per hour. Suuuure, get as close as you can to the person who drives stick and is stopped at a red light on the top of a snow covered hill.

The weather isn’t the bad thing, it’s the morons who drive in it. So, enjoy your first real testament to winter and why the minute Christmas ends you start pining for the warm confines of the liony March.

Bring it Mother Nature. I’ve already got my ice scraper sharpened for your bitch ass!