FUCK INSURANCE. I have to pay because other people can't drive?
You have not SEEN me behind the wheel. It is physical perfection. It's like a miracle. It's like that moment where Conan picked up his sword, or Hendrix his axe, and said, "Yes. This is what I was meant to do."
All this is before I've even gone to the DMV. My boss tells me now I can't have Tuesday off. Nevermind that my coworker called in "sick" today because she went drinking last night and wanted to enjoy the sun today. I hope it takes SIX hours and I don't get to come into work until two in the afternoon.
BEEN TO HELL AND I SPELL IT
I SPELL IT DMV
AND ANYONE WHO'S BEEN THERE
KNOWS PRECISELY WHAT I MEAN
I STOOD IN LINE AND WAITED
AND SURPRESSED THE URGE TO SCREAM
AND IF I HAD MY DRUTHERS
I'D SCREW A CHIMPANZEE
I CALL IT pointless...
You fools have no understanding of the art of the car. None. Morons.