Is There A Law Against Packing Your Rotten Children Into A Roof Rack?
I almost wish that cars highways, and public holidays ever invented. Every time June rolls, I have to pack up my miserable family, who drive more than half acre of hell, and stop at every street stinking "World's Biggest Wad of-the-Hell – Who Cares" in the street. I mean, would not be as bad as I currently live with people that I wanted, but I can only take in small doses. That is why I have so many hours of work down the bathroom Emporium. It keeps me from having to take their incessant chatter about how bad their day is like Kevin is in geometry, Luanne, and as the parent of social security check is not the cost of his blood pressure at the amount of medical coverage for Golden Slumbers seniority Jamboree.
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