The motorist. He really shouldn't be driving in the kitchen. (Edit: formatting)
Motorist: I thought I was on a merry-go-round.
That's right. You.
a hummus-sectional ba dum tish! I know that was bad. Please blame my boyfriend, he thought of it.
Because she wouldn't rub it rub it. (blame Happy International Bacon Day)
Motorist: I thought it was good place. It says "Safety Zone."
Motorist: I wasn't going to miss seeing myself on "America's Most Wanted."
A counter reformation.
Because there are no roads from the bedroom to the kitchen!!