Y'all think too much.

Riding around in any car with a scalding hot beveridge in a flimsy cup in close proximity to such a sensitive manly organ is not a sign of being a mental giant.

Doing it in a vehicle with the bumpity ride quality of the VX ... that's just Darwin Award material right there.



There's the smilies for ya so you know I'm just rattlin yer cage. After all I'm the one that had to learn the hard way that you should never, ever, ever, never, ever hit a basketball with a baseball bat (KAT - hubby can tell you what the theoretical outcome would be).

But at least I'm NOT the one who tried to use my shoulder as a wheel chock.