The little birdy told me that it's not literally a highway to hell.
Wait… you meant that a literal little birdy literally told you, the literal fly on the wall who sees all and knows all goings on in the DMV like a literal fly on the wall, that-
Yep. Not a literal highway to hell. Hard to believe, isn't it?
I think my conception of the solidity of any belief was shattered a while back… I'm kind of just wing… … ing.. it.
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Stop staring at them. It's making me feel uncomfortable.
