Usually a lot less people. But for some reason the drivers are worse. That may just be me, I have little tolerance for those who don't understand stop signs and lanes.
When the monkey pees on my forehead, the potatoes are done. I heard a they talk about this guy, this monster, who killed his wife, who raped her and strangled her and then raped her again and again and again. Then he went and got a butcher's knife from the kitchen and a pack axe from the garden shed, and all during the night he fed his wife to the dogs in the neighbourhood..