While minding my own business, an amusing thought entered the fracas of my mind, like a burly bouncer pressing his way onto a crowded nightclub dance floor to nab an intoxicated frat boy in preparation of tossing him out of the mother fucking club for being an asshole. Why do we park on a...
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