There's something about driving that brings out the little Nietzsche in me, that tireless thinker that ends up eating up all my head noodles. And when that happens I get grouchy, coz the noodles wrapped around my cranium go in circular zigzags all the way to the ticker at the center of my chest.
I believe that bastard thinker is trying to bite my heart.
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