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Bayruth Police Looking for Driver

Rough translation:

Bayruth police need your help! They’re looking for a car with a muppet driver. “Ernie” as he is known, was going 155 km/hr in a 120 km/hr zone on the A9 on Friday and police are concerned. The Vehicle, photographed violating the speed limits 3 times, is a British Registered Audi, and has been photographed with ERNIE in the front seat.

Since they have no cross border agreement, police can’t track down the owner of the british registered car, and are concerned for public safety.

If you have information on this crime, please contact them.”

Photo from the news article:

Now the first thing that made me laugh was not that the guy was speeding. It was that it’s obviously a Right Side Steering wheel vehicle (british hello!) with ANIMAL in the “passenger” seat (Not ERNIE).

If you’re going to look for a muppet driving a sports car, shouldn’t you at least know which MUPPET you’re looking for?

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Migraine

I woke up and was fine. I went to work and was good. Somewhere around 10 am, I thought humm… I have a little headache.
I took some meds and tried to go on with life.
30 minutes later, it had moved into a throb… and I took 2 more meds.
1 hour later, I’m training someone and fighting nausea. I took 2 more meds.
by Noon, It was a raging migraine with light sensitivity, nausea, and ears ringing. I ate lunch and took 2 more. (count = 8). Had second cup of coffee, and a Coke. (sometimes caffene kills it off) … no chance.

I feel like I've been Nailed in the Head

Couldn’t leave work – had a meeting that afternoon that I needed to attend….
Made it through the meeting that ended at 4pm, left a half hour later….. Got on the bus. Got off the bus 4 stops later, so nauseous I thought I was going to either puke or pass out. Waited 20 min, took the next bus….. made it most of the way home, before getting out again, feeling like I couldn’t stay on the bus anymore. Waited 15 minutes, get back on the next bus – and made it to a block of my house.
Went in, took dog out, took more pain meds, closed all the windows, blinds, and tried to lay still and figure out a way to get the knife in my brain to stop cutting.
Hours later, and not able to sleep, I was in pain, nauseous, ears ringing, restless and bored…
and I wrote a poem to my migraine. (I’ll post it when I feel better.)
Now there’s inspiration for ya…..
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