Interbets keep me awake at night

I really should be in bed, but I can't tear myself away from the JTHM porn battle on /co/.

OH SHI-

One of my subconcious' favourite torture techniques is to bombard my dreams with images of myself in the driver's seat of Dad's car, travelling at ungodly speeds and racking up hefty repair bills.

Thus it was with cold blood and somehow dry pants I emerged from the tin can on wheels the other day after hearing a sickening crunch that echoes throughout one's skull, a crunch that screams in your ear "Dude, that tree's been in your driveway since before Jesus and Judas were getting it on and you STILL managed to clip it?"

Farewell, left indacator. This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.