When I’m commuting, I pretend that every other car – including mine – has a cake in their passenger seat.
Then I’m never stressed.
You figure jerks cars worry about whatever party that cake is for.
When I piss off other cars, I shrug cause I’m trying not to wreck my cake.
What does everyone cares way more about? Cake and parties? Or accidentally mangling the bod of some mother of two???
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