Brentology.com

So there I am trying to get home from work and sitting in a traffic jam while rains falls from the dark sky just heavily enough to turn the regular idiotic drivers I encounter into even more stupid and clueless crap-for-brains morons. As I go along inching forward at such a slow pace that I swear I am moving backward while dreaming that the ground will open up and swallow those few knuckle dragging poop flinging twits that are responsible for the back-up into a flamed filled pit, I find just a wee bit of comfort knowing that I will only have to endure a commute for another seven days.

I am now off to pour some Crown Royal Reserve and find my happy place.