I Wish I Drove A...

I wish I drove an Oscar Meyer Wiener, except without the job of interning all summer. Unless I get to copilot with that one chick who was interning on the Wienermobile when I ran into it a few years ago.



She got her chocolate in my peanut butter if only for a minute.

Anyway, on my commute I was stuck in traffic next to a semi hauling what appeared to be part of a soccer ball truck. Or maybe it's a volleyball, but I think it's a soccer ball.



It's not a football, no matter what you metric-system types may say. If we call soccer 'football' the terrorists have won.