I went on a bit of a road trip this weekend and was acquainted to the joys of driving in our beloved state.
Ah Massachusetts! Home of such classic smashes like…
“Hey nice blinker asshole!”
“That ain’t a turning lane shitbag!”
“Cut in front of me one more time! I double dare you mother******!”
“The speed limit’s 65, not 40. Do you want me to rear end you?”
“You could’ve made it through that yellow light, you’re just asking to get rear ended.”
“There’s a crosswalk over there you know, that is of course if you want tire tracks all over you.”
“Yeah you can totally cruise through the light, I wasn’t planning on taking a left turn anytime in the next decade.”
“Oh look, its Masspike sunglare, Might as well put the car in park cause we’re about to have a 30 mile backup…”
“Oh shit my exit’s on the left? Guess I gotta merge into five lanes of traffic in under 5 seconds.”
“Let’s make a very dangerous intersection with no lights, I’m sure these massholes will be smart enough to take turns (*cough* Kelly Square)”
“How can we cause massive gridlock? I know, let’s put a roundabout before a bridge that serves one of the most popular tourist spots in the state!”
“Oh look there’s precipitation of some sort! Time to watch people drive like they just acquired their permit.”
Flemmings Beaubrun is an avid gamer and lover of music. When not working, Flemmings likes to spend his time whipping up dank beats for the masses. He also spends his weekends thrift shopping for rare video games and obscure electronics. Other times he’s in front of a TV with a giant bowl of cereal enjoying shows from the 90’s.