Travel

No. He found his calling.

God Damn GPS!

😨😲

Photoshop

That looks photo-shopped to me.

What's black and yellow and screams like hell. Harlem's basketball team

I think he is photoshopped.

His wife is sitting next to him, nagging him.
"Let's stop and ask for directions', I said. Were lost, lets turn around, I said ... but noooo ..."

I think he's fired, too.

One of my ex's friends, also a truck driver, was dispatched after a night of heavy drinking. He left the terminal and a few miles down the road pulled off on an interstate exit ramp and crawled into the bunk for a nap. When he woke up he found the edge of the ramp was soft and while he slept the eighteen-wheeler had gently leaned over and was laying on its side.

Holy crap, it’s the Magic School Bus! Where’s Miss Frizzle?!!