A - I'm not a 16 year old girl in a LeBaron texting my ass off to Suzie about how fun it is to live in Australia and hit cars head on.
B - I'm not a 95 year old foreign man calling someone's friend's cousin to get directions to the pharmacy while weaving between lanes at a steady pace of 9mph.
I've been in zero accidents and I have an impeccable driving record. I had to answer a 2 minute call from the boss prior to walking in. Give me a damned break.
But yes, maybe the cats were ****ing pissed at me because of that. Either that, or it has something to do with LOST. I just don't know anymore
