Here's something new for Freaky Freeway connoisseurs - on our way home from a delightful visit with the charming Brodskys, we were passed (at warp speed) by a car in the car pool lane. It was a small sedan and we know it had a sunroof because a 30-something guy was standing up in it. He was visible from about the waist up and he was enthusiastically waving at other cars.
What I want to know is how the very hell can anybody get that drunk at 2:20 in the afternoon?
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