licensed. I don't have to carry my passport around to prove I'm legitmately eighteen. I don't have to ask strangers to buy my ticket to watch an R-Rated movie (fuck you Oakridge you're going to end up like Eastridge one day). AND SOON WHEN I AM INSURED, you'll see me driving everywhere in the old gold trusty accord. So it's not the my black hard
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