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[–] 1 pt 2y

I have to drive myself to work against my will.

[–] [deleted] 0 pt 2y

No one cares about your clown car nigger faggot.

[–] [deleted] 0 pt 2y

Me: C'mon, Jerry (name of my car). I'm sick. I have a fever.

Car: No you're not, I can sense your temperature at 98.7°.

Me: My stomach hurts.

Car: You lied about having a fever, why should I believe you now?

Me: Take me home now or I'll short your battery terminals.

Car screeches to halt, locks doors

Car: Threats against the property of U.S.S.A. will not be tolerated. The police are on their way. Have a nice day.

[–] 0 pt 2y

Don't give Elon any ideas.