Bet you a soda you’re wrong. Writing’s on the wall chudly, your vroom vrooms are gonna go byebye one day. It’ll either be through regulation or lack of fuel availability, or the mobs that tear you out of your fucking cavemanmobile and beat you to death for continuing to make the atmosphere unlivable. Take your pick.
Bet you a soda you’re wrong. Writing’s on the wall chudly, your vroom vrooms are gonna go byebye one day. It’ll either be through regulation or lack of fuel availability, or the mobs that tear you out of your fucking cavemanmobile and beat you to death for continuing to make the atmosphere unlivable. Take your pick.
What a clown, do you ever talk to people like that in the real world? I’ll bet you a soda that you don’t.
Your thoughts are a fantasy, deal with it.
Sure thing vroom vroom, whatever you need to tell yourself. It’s already obvious you’re compensating for something.