So I was driving with my brother the other day, and we have, we, we're driving and we're on the highway and there's this car next to us, and I see the car and it has the bumper sticker.

You just got passed by a girl with like the kissy lips emoji on it.

Okay.

What is that doing?

What are we doing with that?

Like, if that car passes a truck that

has truck nuts on it, what kind of weird heteronormative toxicity vortex is going to explode?

Let me tell you a little bit about the woman who put that on her car. Please help me. Help me

understand because I was confused.

She will offer to plan your Bachelorette party. She will not do so. Okay. She will come at the last minute, pick you up, hire a stripper off of Craigslist who turns out to be your own cousin. And you're like, I don't want this at all. And she's like, too late, I paid him paid him woo she can best be described by her co-workers as a lot a lot i got that i sensed a lot from the car yep yep yep um her favorite movie is

varsity blues okay much like regina george much like regina george yeah-huh. And her favorite milkshake is just a fifth of vodka.

Okay.

All right.

I have a picture.

I have a clear picture.

I'm understanding now more that because it's like, are you trying to shame me?

Because I'm not driving fast enough that are, like, you're, you're saying like girls are bad drivers

in, that's inherent in what your bumper sticker says.

Uh-huh.

Like, you should be ashamed that a girl drove faster than you.

Yeah.

Which implies that I should drive faster than a girl because she's a girl.

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