Seriously, how do y'all put up with this crap? And WHY? Crawling down the "free"way, nose to ass, cars to the horizon, an hour or more every morning, another every night. Day after day after day, the remaining days of your short, sweet life stretching out, inching along, just like that river of cars. And to what purpose? To work to afford the bigass rolling self-affirmer, with its bitchin' stereo and PrØnStar Instant Friend so you'll never feel as alone as you really are and will remain unto the end of your days in your rolling prison cell!
{Ahem} Sorry. Still adjusting to commuting.
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