I was walking home one day, when a rather old chap pulled up beside me in his corvette, and asked me to take a ride, me being a very naive young fellow, I decided, "what the hell" and preceded to get in, now after about 30 minutus of this gentleman talking, I realised, you know what? I'm meant to be somewhere right now, so I got out of the car, walked down the road and realised that I gotta get down too the bus stop. I see my friends. Kicking in the front seat. Sitting in the backseat. Which seat shall I take? Its Friday Friday. 
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