When I was a kid, we bounced around the seats, climbed from the back to the front, lay down in the back window ledge, lay on the floor, across the rear seat, stuck our heads out the open window, and I'm still here. Today's kids sit bound up like an insane person in a straitjacket, unable to turn around or stretch. No wonder they are so fucked up. I blame it all on seat belts.
When I was a kid, we bounced around the seats, climbed from the back to the front, lay down in the back window ledge, lay on the floor, across the rear seat, stuck our heads out the open window, and I'm still here. Today's kids sit bound up like an insane person in a straitjacket, unable to turn around or stretch. No wonder they are so fucked up. I blame it all on seat belts.
So many fond memories. My Mother only yelled when we put our arms out the window, "Stop that! You'll get your arm torn off!" Of course we found that was the height of comedy.
So many fond memories. My Mother only yelled when we put our arms out the window, "Stop that! You'll get your arm torn off!"
Of course we found that was the height of comedy.
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