Fun

I saw this poem and couldn't resist sharing it. I don't know about the copyright, so I'll just leave a link: http://www.teron.ru/index.php?showtopic=271&st=2055

Yesterday, I was driving to work
in a blizzard, fog, and icy conditions,
when a Toyota whizzed past,
taking a dangerous turn.
Crossing the highway
where there's a solid line,
the driver was applying lipstick
and putting on mascara!
How can you not get angry?
I dropped my razor in a rage
(I hadn't had time to shave at home
and was shaving my cheeks on the way).
The razor fell right into the coffee
(I had a cup between my knees -
my mom makes me delicious coffee -
and I drink it in this kind of weather).
When a heavy object falls,
the hot, boiling liquid
splashes where it shouldn't -
causing a third-degree burn.
And from the pain, I jumped,
and from my other hand
my mobile phone suddenly fell -
and again - straight into the coffee.
I don't remember what happened next...
I opened my eyes: a hospital? a morgue?
Now I have neither a car nor a phone...
But I do have a bandage between my legs.
I'm completely covered in plaster,
only my head is free.
And the moral of this story is:
WE SHOULD TAKE DRIVING LICENSES AWAY FROM ALL WOMEN