It's hard not to scream when you're in the backseat of a car going 90 miles an hour, and there's no driver at the wheel.
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6 comments:
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech, is what I can hear.
Odd. All I could hear was an over-powered engine brimming with menace, and no end in sight.
Crash, libechen, crash.
KIIIIIIIIIIINDA hard, what with the no end in sight stipulation...
I was sort of trying to imagine it but couldn't somehow
Long drive, then.
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