Boys in Roundabouts

A short drive around the lil city that could would emphasize one fact.

There's a helluva lot of roundabouts over here. From the really tiny ones smaller than a hubcap to the gigantic ones large enough to site a football field. Still not sure why the small town folks here have a surprising predilection for them but perhaps newfangled traffic lights mystify the lot. After all most of the drivers here haven't yet fathomed the puzzling complexities of a roundabout!


I give up!
Witness how they spin round and round the circle without making an exit. Perhaps confused by the plethora of options? Maybe head spinning with vertigo after the merry-go-round?

Alice : Ooh roundabout. Ooh the cars are going so fast. So scary. Where do I turn? To the left? To the right? Do I make a u-turn instead?
Paul : Move it dammit!
Alice : Round and round we go. Ooh so many choices. I am confused. How do I choose? Where do I go?
Paul : Fucking stick to one lane dammit. Stop swerving.
Alice : There's a football field in there. Ooh even a mini oil platform.
Paul : @%^&%@!!

I know I'm supposed to chill. But it's hard to remain zen when you're stuck behind an undecided nitwit hemming and hawing over the turns. All the confused drivers spinning around like muddled teacups on a Disney ride, I tell ya.


Fortunately the town planners have offered a convenient distraction for hotheaded fellows like me.

Shirtless boys in roundabouts. Pure genius. Not only do you get to see them deliciously sweaty chasing after a ball, you also get to enjoy a turntable 360-degree view as you drive around. Brilliant. With a turntable for sexy bois, who said they aren't gay-friendly here! Only way they could have outdone themselves is by spraying the boys with a combination of water and lube, then placing them under hot spotlights.

With numbers on their naked chests so we can bring them home after.

Ah. Sweet.

I just wonder how the ballers managed to make it across the crowded roundabout.