I can't believe he tried to pull this shit!
I turned at the next exit and found that there was a whole town around it.
Shops, restaurants, even churches devoted to this pickle.
When I finally found the museum holding this legendary pickle, I discovered it was closed.
Dismayed, I went back to the interstate.
I just never saw what the big dill was.
It was a biker's dozen.
-Stone Temple Pirates
Signs are everywhere that read "WATCH FOR ICE ON BRIDGE"
It was a hit and bun.
These four states are all against the Oklahoma panhandle.
Dad: "If those fall off, it'll make mathematical music"
Me: "What? Why?"
Dad: "They'll fall to the sound of the natural log rhythm"
"I'm a little tired."
"Yeah, we took that one home the other day..."
My dad: "NO YOU DIDN'T! There's no way it would fit in your car!"
During the goodbyes my Dad said "We'll make sure to put out a welcome... Matt next time you come down".
After a few seconds to unravel the monstrosity that had just left my Dad's mouth, we groaned and walked away.
That was a trip down memory lane.
It was speeding down the interstate going 20 over the speed limit with a bunch of monkeys hanging off the side when suddenly it lost control and crashed, spilling the contents of it's trailer across all four lanes blocking traffic for hours.
It was bananas.
So driving home last night, as we pass the Interstate exit for Gallman, MS, my 16 year old daughter remarks "Wow, they sure do have some gall, man."
I have never been more proud.
Being a father of my own, I'm still envious of the masterful skill in which my dad can come up with his material. While driving down the interstate, a Miller Lite truck pulls out in front of us, more quickly than he should. My dad swerved to the left to avoid my door from getting broad sided by a tractor trailer. I yelled from being startled.
Me: He almost hit us!
Dad: We're fine. I can handle this.
Me: He almost totaled the car! What if he had hit us? I could be dead!
Dad: Nah, you would've been fine. It was Lite beer.
Me: (jaw dropped in awe and amazement)
Me, whilst tooling down the interstate in upstate New York, "There's another deer crossing sign. Help me keep an eye out, I don't want to hit a deer."
She, "Keep going and we'll hit Buffalo."
My dad and I were driving on the interstate, when we pass a hearse. He points to it and says, "I love cars and all, but that's the LAST thing I want to ride in".
ugh...
I was at work riding around with my coworker and buddy, he's married and already an old pervert at 29. We were driving down the interstate in traffic and looking at hot girls as we drive, we get into the far right lane, to where I have nothing but trees to my side. He says, "damn man that chick was hot" as a car passes by and I replied, "I ain't got any bitches but I've got a few birtches over here!" And cracked up. We work for a stump grinding company, this is an onion joke!
So, let's start off with a fact about myself: I'm vegetarian. I've been one my whole life. Now, let's get to the story.
Basically, I was driving down to camp at a Battleship with my dad (for a Boy Scouts trip), and this was during my first 6 months of learning to drive. This was the most intense trip for me (so far), and I was already nervous about driving on the interstate, so I was doing my best to practice proper driver etiquette.
Now, here's where the story gets interesting. I'm cruising down the interstate, going approximately 70 mph in the middle lane, when all of a sudden, I see a deer emerge onto the road from the right. It's running to the left (aka, trying to cross this interstate). The car to the right of me slams on the brakes, so the deer kept running. I slammed on my breaks as hard as I could, BARELY missing the deer. The car to the left of me was unlucky. The deer smashes its head into the left car's headlight and it flips over to the right (over my car). Clearly, it's dead, and as it flipped over my car, a lot of its blood gets onto my windshield.
I'm horrified. I kept driving forward. Trying to make sure I didn't veer off or anything. I look to my dad, and my hands are slightly shaking while I'm continuing this trip. My dad looks over to me, smiles, and says, "Don't worry, my 'deer'. Keep driving."
I looked back at him with the most disgusted face, and he just started giggling. Good god, this was NOT the time for a dad joke, but nevertheless, my dad didn't fail to deliver.
I thought I'd hate him forever after this and people would agree with me, but now this joke gets one of the largest laughs from people at parties. <_<
tl;dr My dad's sense of humor appalls me.
Was driving on the interstate when a semi carrying stacks of hay cut me off.
At that moment I screamed "Hay!" And pointed to the stacks of hay.
I was laughing so hard while my friends in the car just shook their heads...
I start with just having a normal conversation like normal people do while I wait for an opportune time to slip in this story of mine.
The Story:
Did you hear about that kid on the bridge with the brick about a year ago? Yeah, this kid was apparently on an overpass for I-95 (nearby interstate. Locality makes it believable.) with a brick tied to a rope. He just sat there swinging it at passing cars, breaking their windshields just for a laugh. Eventually, the brick got caught in one and didn't come back out like it usually did. Instead, this time, the rope got wrapped around his arm and the sudden yank pulled his arm clean off. The driver tried to sue, but got nowhere because it was a kid. However, the driver was arrested for armed robbery.
Gets groans every time.
As we are driving down the interstate a sign says the weigh station is closed. My dad turns to me and says, "What do the truck drivers say when they see the weight station is closed?..."
"...No weigh"
I was riding with my dad on the interstate today and we see this truck. He instantly says, "that truck is really tired". I groaned.
