Now that's a dashboard

Dedicated to those who do not clean the shit from their dashboard.
Oh, wait. Cat feces in the back seat.
Fuck ‘em.

Oh, wait. Cat feces in the back seat.

Fuck ‘em.

There’s no way in hell these people are getting into an accident. 

There’s no way in hell these people are getting into an accident. 

Holy dashboard!

Holy dashboard!

If they weren’t handicap there would be no excuse for this.

If they weren’t handicap there would be no excuse for this.

A friend sent this in. It’s not that messy but the folder reads “The Clockstoppers” and the card envelope reads, “For Peter Lynnie.” Is that some sorta foreign currency? Brasil Real, perhaps? Good luck with “The Clockstoppers” and happy whatever to “Peter Lynnie.”

A friend sent this in. It’s not that messy but the folder reads “The Clockstoppers” and the card envelope reads, “For Peter Lynnie.” Is that some sorta foreign currency? Brasil Real, perhaps? Good luck with “The Clockstoppers” and happy whatever to “Peter Lynnie.”

An even more impressive wide angle shot. I mean, what is that a freaking stop watch? Pedometer? What? Ooooooo, a spoon. I just noticed the spoon. “I’m through with this pudding, now what do I do with the spoon?”

An even more impressive wide angle shot. I mean, what is that a freaking stop watch? Pedometer? What? Ooooooo, a spoon. I just noticed the spoon. “I’m through with this pudding, now what do I do with the spoon?”

This is the one that started it all. They had the energy to put the parking pass in the window but then were like “f all this other shit, I’m just gonna leave it be for now” seriously, what must their bedroom look like?

This is the one that started it all. They had the energy to put the parking pass in the window but then were like “f all this other shit, I’m just gonna leave it be for now” seriously, what must their bedroom look like?