I live in Vancouver, the city with the worst drivers in the world second only to Los Angeles (where Darwin's evolutionary theory seems to be most apparent). At the end of my quiet lil' street, where junkies shoot up in the park and hookers work on the corners, is a traffic flow device... a.k.a. the roundabout. The roundabout is not just a pretty place to plant flowers... it actually serves a purpose. When used effectively, it keeps traffic moving by doing away with a stop sign. Seems pretty straight forward to me... and I didn't even finish grade 8. When you approach this "roundabout" quite simply you must go to the right... EVEN IF YOU WANT TO TURN LEFT, JACKASS!!!!!!!

What is it with people! I'm driving west down my street, Billy Bob Nobrain is driving south, meeting me at the intersection. He wants to turn left but we are now face to face 'cause this pinhead doesn't want to go around the roundabout... there's a standoff while I shoo him away like an annoying insect. He looks at me like, "Why don't you back up... why should I?" Well, Billy Bob, you should back up because you're not quite evolved enough to be behind the wheel of a car... as they say in Scotland... FECKIN EEEDGIT!!!!

For all you morons with licenses to drive on my roads, here's a little scenario for you to ponder. If there is a pile of garbage in the middle of the road do you drive safely around to the right or do you enter the oncoming traffic, endangering the lives of others, quite probably more intelligent than yourself? Simple really, isn't it... If any of you mental midgets are stumped by this please get the hell off my roads!

by Rosie Romoli