Spicey: "Who the Frost was that dipShakespeare honking and waving?"

Undies: "Remember Whistler called and said he was going to passing by the town?"

Spicey: "Oh yeah, he's nice. Forget what I said earlier."

If they were real friends, Spicy would have entertained the wife and kid while Undies showed you her onion sliver.

Wow - no response by Undies or Spicey. They must be giving you the cold shoulder for sure!

Little did she know that when her husband drove by and waved, it was not a greeting but a farewell. Undies' and Spicey's final farewells, as the infrared mechanism in the Whistler's car instructed the carefully laid canisters to release their fumes, knocking out his inter-friends as they were discussing onion recipes in their kitchen and soon to be death bed. Whistler honked the horn, starting the countdown on what would be, a very explosive Fourth of July.

E.J. said, "Your weirdo internet friends aren't going to be standing at the side of the interstate waiting to wave to you."

So he told her, "They would be if we had called ahead," and he drove on, laughing maniacally in his head.

Oh.my.God. Awesome, Anh. Just.Awesome.

I spend at least a solid eight hours of every weekend at the nearest off-ramp waiting for someone who knows me to drive by.

Ha! We don't actually live in Canandaigua; we're about a half hour off the Thruway, surrounded by cows and corn.

I was waving, you just couldn't see me.

Okay, so on the way home, to be sure you know I'm passing, I'll skip blowing the horn in favor of a few blasts on a fife.

You should stop and see us - if you get off at exit 43, you could swing by our house and then get back on at exit 44.

Well, if he got off at 43, why would he need to stop by in the first place.

Anh, that was great. Not regular great. It was log-in-so-I-can-clickie great.

Now I'm going to log out again. Nyeh.