Take me to the sunshine lands, where the jell-o is righteous and the apples courageous. Where the pot bellied pigs dream everlasting. Where the angles on high sing of the heavens. Where the moonlight glows in the hearts of the children. Where everyone walks with a lightness in their step, and a twinkle in their eye.
Okay, I will take you there on two conditions; first we need to drop off my dry cleaning, and secondly you need to ride in the trunk.
It's a deal, but we should leave now so we can beat rush hour traffic.
Just cut all the bullshit and get in the fucking car.
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