FastMatthew W. Schmeer
So I ask my friend Bill who is driving where do you want to go and he says I don't know where do you want to go and so I say I don't know why don't we just drive and see where the road wants us to go so Bill says o.k. let's go and he gets on the highway and we go and halfway to wherever the road is taking us I have to pee so we stop on the roadside and I piss into a clutch of black-eyed susans sprouting in the ditch and Bill says hey hurry up and I tell him I'm going as fast as I can as fast as I can.
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