If you’re ever in rush-hour traffic, be sure to lean out the window and hold hands with anyone hanging their arm out of the driver-side window. You’ll have a nice moment together. If they immediately ram into the car in front of them in a terrified fit, you should probably lock your doors and pretend like nothing happened.
I find it very strange that everyone seems to have these high-tech devices on hand. I was perturbed when all of my friends started showing up with cellphones. I wasn’t particularly fond of drones when everyone started producing them out of the blue. Now everyone seems to have a jetpack, and I don’t know what to think anymore. On one hand, jetpacks are cool. On the other hand, I’ll probably never have one, and there’s no sense in having nice things exist if I can’t hog them all for myself.
Falling down has never looked this good. I think the whole not dying part helps make it a lot more appealing than it normally would be. I’m all for falling off of high things, but I have stuff to do afterwards. I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t like the idea of coughing up my splintered shins after a decent fall. I’m a proponent of falling off of small ledges and other obstacles that you can safely walk away from afterwards. Every once in a while, some pansy might rupture their spleen, but what difference does it make? As long as no one goes splat, there isn’t an issue.
Way out East there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Robbie. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Robbie, he called himself Robbie. Now,Robbie — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.