Please, use caution and think of the children. My children. Excuse me while I run over yours. I have places to be, and your children are homely. Ugly. Grotesque. I wrapped bacon around it and the dog still won’t play with it.
They look just like you. Gross.
Turn signals are for losers who don’t want to run over eight-year olds on bicycles. Double points! Twins! Subtract four points for braking.
One of them was in a crosswalk, so quadruple score, plus the Q…
—DG
Inside Doug's Head 