whose bright idea was it to keep me strapped into an actively crumbling hunk of sharp plastics and metal? bitch if it’s my wheels’ time to take that midnight drive to the great junkyard in the sky, i want to be free and clear of that shit ASAP as POSSIBLE.
don’t mind me, i’ll just do a quick frontflip and land on my feet 250 ft. away from that shit like peter parker. speaking of peter parker, there’s probably a valet out there named peter parker and i think that’s pretty dope. he IS the parker.
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