Or in this case, not braking sufficiently... In any event, my younger brother is off the Cannonball team. Unless of course, he ponys up the 10 grand... then he can be on it all he wants. I'll even let him be HIM.*
(Sorry, Bro... I just couldn't resist at least one joke about it.)
In other startling news, I am not the father of Anna Nicole's child. Just putting the rumors to rest.
Also, Al Gore can kiss the fattest part of my fanny. Global warming is just a scam to sell more sun block. Not only was the temperature here in sub-tropical New Orleans in the low thirties for most of the day, but Poor Becca up in the northeast won't be driving her Porche till spring thaw after getting an ice storm.
"But Rob!" I'm sure the former VP would say to me if reading these words, "the seas will rise over the next decade by almost 6 inches!"
WHICH EFFECTIVELY MEANS NOTHING! So instead of walking thirty yards from my car to the water at the beach, I'll have to only walk twenty-nine... and then only twenty five to get back to the hot dog stand. That's a good deal for everyone concerned. Even if it was as bad as some of the over the top wackos are saying**, it means longer summers, which means more time for me to scope out hot chicks in bikinis, and more time for said hot chicks in bikinis to get desperate enough for a summer fling to go home with yours truly. Again, a win-win situation.
*this joke makes much more sense if you've watched The Cannonball Run, starring Burt Reynolds and Dom Deluise.
**Said over the top wackos are only 'over the top wackos' rather than 'respected scientists' dependant on who's in the white house, and what other polititans think they should be saying... makes me sick to see men of science used to further an agenda.