DDS
It is confession time! I love this day. It is the one day a week I can come clean and feel good about myself. Or it's a time share some not so nice things about me and hope you still love me anyway. I have DDS...or as I like to call it: Donald Duck Syndrome. DDS is affected by most Americans. Did you know this? It's true. Here are some examples of my own DDS: I have road rage. Seriously, the idiot drivers out there should be grateful I don't own a gun. When the light turns red...it means stop. Not three cars go through the left turn light! If you are in the far left lane and realize oh shitake mushrooms I want to go RIGHT...simply drive to the next possible place to make a U-TURN and not drive straight across the FREAKING CROSSWALK to make it your turn right! (yes I actually saw that...right in front my CAR! Good thing I was paying attention!) The pedestrian does in fact have the right of way. More specifically if you are looking to your left the enti