isn't it funny to think that when you tell a story you go "and then this person said -" or you say something like "so i was driving and there were all these cars being losers" and to those losers, you are also just a car, not a person driving a car, not a daughter or a cousin or a grandfather, but a car.
i wish i could be a dog and wear a shiny collar and lean out the window and have my tongue being blown across the side of my face by the wind, on the way to a holiday house with my family where i could frolick in the sand and pick up tennis balls with my mouth and not be concerned with the fluro fluff coming in contact with my saliva. and i could pee in public with one leg up, but it'd be okay because i'd have three other legs to keep me balanced. if i were a dog, i wonder what my name would be.
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