I live about three blocks away from my college's campus, on the corner of a busy street, and my house's walls are pretty thin. I have learned to sleep through the usual late-night and early-morning traffic, which is usually pretty thin anyway. I have even learned to ignore the thundering bass of the (many) ghetto-blaster cars that pass by.
But why, in all nine levels of Hell, would anyone think it is a good idea to tear ass on their motorcycle down a small street at 8 in the morning?!?!?
But why, in all nine levels of Hell, would anyone think it is a good idea to tear ass on their motorcycle down a small street at 8 in the morning?!?!?
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