Imagine sweeping through green fields, floating five feet above ground,

sun on your face as you slide by, on track to your destination,

not a care in the world, as you simply lean back.

And before you know it, you're there.

This is how travel should feel.

And on our trains, it does.

Avanti West Coast, feel good travel.

Hey, hey, Waffle, gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more standard. Am I the butthole?

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Now, the first story comes from Throwaway Pool Problem, who says, am I the asshole for ruining my

brother's marriage because his wife left me at the pool?

Throwaway. This whole situation is so bizarre. I still can't really process it. It still doesn't

feel real, but I feel scared and guilty. I-19 female had surgery a couple of days ago to get all

four of my wisdom teeth out and because I have a really bad fear of dentists, they have to drug me

pretty hard to do the removal. Not like

laughing gas that wears off really fast, but actual IV medicine, so I was pretty much

unconscious during the whole thing. They told me to have a responsible adult drive me to the

appointment and back because the medicine they gave me would make it dangerous to drive.

My mom was on a work trip and couldn't take me, so I asked my sister-in-law,

Bree, 24, not a real name.

If she could do it, that's the whole thing would only take an hour or two.

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