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More Tales Of Self-Loathing And Despair

It’s been quite awhile since we had any tales of self-loathing and despair.

Whenever I drive alone, I pick my nose. I know it’s disgusting, but because there’s nobody around and I feel so safe and secure within the womb of my car, my primal instincts from ye days of yore kick in and the caveman within begins the process of cleaning out the nostrils, one piece of shite at a time.

And yes it feels so good, but I feel so dirty after doing it.

And now back to our normal show…

Eeeeeeeeeww….!!!!

Repeat after me: “My car is not my bathroom, my car is not my bathroom”.

reminds me of this advertisement… link courtesy of coolhunter.com

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me too, I thought I was the only sick bastard around….