my car has a protective layer of... whatever... to protect ti from the nasty elements.
if i wash the bitch, she's like naked, out there, waiting for her tits to get a sun burn, and welp, i aint gonna have that. my truck deserves better than to be served up naked with burnt out tits.
sometimes i think i hate pizza, and would rather go anywhere else in teh world, and eat ANYthing else other than pizza. then i smoke the weed, and it robs me of my ambition, and i call up dominos, and they ask me, "fuck anti, can you overdose on pizza? cuz like... DUDE... yer keeping us in bizzniss"
and i tell him to fucking make sure he doesn't send that freaky asshole with teh moustache to deliver my food, cuz he reminds me of a norm the signwalker.
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