When I give you a lift in my car, I don't ask for much. I don't care that you don't look me in the eye, or even seem pleased when I see you walking and offer to take you where you need to go. I don't ask that you take a tone lighter than cement when you ask me to go off my intended route to the place you intended to go. I even don't mind that much (though this is pushing it) if you don't say thank you as you get out the car.
But dude, you'd BETTER fucking WIND UP THE WINDOW and LOCK YOUR DOOR or I will follow you inside and clip you one.
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