* Okay, not really true. But still.
To support my point: I was driving (un)Lucky around town today after filling him up with gas (by the way: sixty f*ing dollars?? For f*ck's sake...) and saw a blue Mazda3 hatchback driving right behind me in the next lane. I actually heard myself say out loud: "You're preeeeeetty. ...GET IN FRONT OF ME!" And then I stalked it down the road for the next five minutes or so. I veered off course only to venture into an Arby's drive-through window to satisfy my cursed jalapeno popper craving. Meanwhile, has anyone tried their new Orange Cream Shake yet? I was plenty intrigued, but they refused to give me a small size and I wasn't ready to commit to a full 20 ounces of the newfangled milkshake - no matter how high the likelihood that it would taste deliriously like a creamsicle - considering my lactose-intolerance and all. Anyway. There's no point to this post (is there ever?). Man, I love that car.
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