You are the guy who keeps parking his VW bus in front of my house. I want to congratulate you for your taste in automobiles. I’ve always wanted one of them myself. So I guess it kind of irritates the hell out of me that while I’ve never been able to have one of my own, the curb in front of my house has become a parking spot for yours. Every street-sweeping day, you move your bus back and forth across the street, right on time, without fail. One of these days, I will wake up, and the bus won’t be there anymore. Just saying.
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