Whatnot

Yodel.

Have you ever seen the aftermath of a car accident and you couldn't figure out how in the hell the cars ended up in the positions they're in? I passed an accident scene this afternoon. Thankfully it wasn't a big one, just a 45 mile an hour area. But an SUV had been plowed T style in the side by a pickup truck. But the truck must have then bounced off and came to a stop several feet away and facing a bizarre direction. The pickup truck had a teensy amount of damage to the front end, but the side of the SUV was trashed. Anyway, there was glass everywhere, and the people had already been taken away or something, because the only guys out there were the cleanup crew and some cops and the tow truck. I guess the pickup ran the light and was going so fast that they couldn't stop in time. Dude must have been hauling because of how he came to a stop. I just hope no one was hurt.

And now for a random factoid: I like custard, but hate the name of it. Just like yogurt. There's just something weird about eating (and enjoying) a food with a name that sounds like a gag or a vomit. Know what I mean?