The backseat driver's lips began to chap
And his jaw locked
Thank you Based God
The people pleasers asked to hitch a ride
They had no mode of transportation
And the lack of communication coming from the backseat driver was concerning them even more
I thought I was about to be bamboozled when they started to clean the interior
I decided to pull over and check out an antique store on the side of the highway
They had used toothpicks used by President Eisenhower
The word "Anagram" in all upper case letters made of lacquered balsa wood
While we were there I tossed out all my unpaid speeding tickets
Then I saw a sign the said "Continental breakfast $2.50!! 3 miles thata way!!"
I zoomed to the diner and ordered that continental breakfast for the backseat driver, the people pleasers and myself
We each received one coffee, one buttered roll and one danish
We all had the same irritated, sour look on our faces
We flipped the table in disbelief
Attacked the waiter and held the innocent patrons hostage with a fully loaded sling shot
And demanded the cook whip us up a gross of spinach horderves
As we left the back seat driver called shot gun
So we all pilled in with our horderves
And I gunned it to 95
The backseat driver held on to the "oh **** handle" for dear life as the people pleasers cheered me on with their mouths full
On to Massapequa
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
The backseat driver's lips began to chap
And his jaw locked
Thank you Based God
The people pleasers asked to hitch a ride
They had no mode of transportation
And the lack of communication coming from the backseat driver was concerning them even more
I thought I was about to be bamboozled when they started to clean the interior
I decided to pull over and check out an antique store on the side of the highway
They had used toothpicks used by President Eisenhower
The word "Anagram" in all upper case letters made of lacquered balsa wood
While we were there I tossed out all my unpaid speeding tickets
Then I saw a sign the said "Continental breakfast $2.50!! 3 miles thata way!!"
I zoomed to the diner and ordered that continental breakfast for the backseat driver, the people pleasers and myself
We each received one coffee, one buttered roll and one danish
We all had the same irritated, sour look on our faces
We flipped the table in disbelief
Attacked the waiter and held the innocent patrons hostage with a fully loaded sling shot
And demanded the cook whip us up a gross of spinach horderves
As we left the back seat driver called shot gun
So we all pilled in with our horderves
And I gunned it to 95
The backseat driver held on to the "oh **** handle" for dear life as the people pleasers cheered me on with their mouths full
On to Massapequa
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