Hard Life

Today, I was driving my (slightly beat-up from years of parallel parking in LA with neighbors who apparently don’t know where their car ends) car home from work, and I got passed by a Maserati with the license plate frame, “I’d rather be flying my Cessna.”

 

Wow.  Sir, your life sounds so hard.

 

 

Womp womp.

 

 

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