Hokay. So I'm on my way to work, right? Fine, fine. My mom's driving me to work as usual, at 8:30 this morning so that I can be there for 9. Everything's going great, we're making good time, when suddenly we get behind a guy that was going what seemed like negative twenty miles an hour. Seriously, if the guy had been going any slower he would have
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