Hey there news folks, are you ready for your slop? Your news folks slop, which is, it's news in this analogy. The slop is news.

Also, slop. You know what? The point is, neither is technically edible, but you can still eat them.

You can butt-chug Newsweek. I won't stop you. Heck, I'll hold the funnel and host a funeral.

And speaking of putting stuff in your butts,

the holidays are coming up, or rather, are already here.

Perhaps you've recently traveled via automobile and or aerial plane to eat green bean casseriol, another type of slop, and break

wishbone after wishbone after wishbone after wishbone after wishbone after wishbone.

So many wishbones shattered under your holiday boots.

Togetherness, travel, butt stuff, etc. The point here is that you may have even driven a great distance,

and during that journey, we're forced to stop at a little booth

where a robot or disheartened human with a soul of a robot

asked for money so you can keep driving.

It's something we accept as a general irritation of existing in a functioning society.

You gotta pay a toll or two, the same way parking costs money and your boss will steal and sell your blood.

That's just life. Hey, whoa, actually wait, actually,

counterpoint. point.

Toll roads are pretty darn bad. Interesting.

Don't we lefty sims love taxes?

Perhaps I'm not like other girls.

Or perhaps the more I talk, the less you'll like toll roads, a thing you already don't like.

Perhaps you've noticed more of them lately though. That's weird. Of course, toll roads are far from a new concept. Records of collecting tolls date all the way back to the ancient world between the seventh and third centuries

b c. It's a pretty basic idea. Collect a small fee from travelers to cover the cost of

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