I drive myself crazy.
No, that is not a critique of my driving, unless you ask my wife, and please don’t. Sometimes you see, I get an idea stuck in my head and it wants to be let out. I know I shouldn’t because horrible puns like that can be up to no good. So I have been trying to decide whether to give birth to this groaner or fight off the creative contractions. Too, late, the water of loquacity has already broken. So herewith I present within here, a really bad pun. You have been warned. Put down the Dr. Pepper,... Sign in to see full entry.