Carsten Becker wrote in a particularly emotional fashion j/k...
> ... who, at the point of writing, has just come back home
> from having driven like 80 km at night including three
> thunderstorms, heavy rain, wandering toads, and a redirection
> through the nowherest middle of Waldeck-Frankenberg.
I never thought I would hear "wandering toads" as part of a rant about
driving in the rain.
And what happened to "verbing weirds language"?