Who needs to watch scary movies or read horror novels? If I want to be horrified, all I need to do is drive downtown and look at the price of gasoline.
One week it’s up, next it’s down, then it’s up, then slightly down, then way up…
I could make a kinky joke about all the up/down stuff, but it’s just too easy AND too sad.
Whatever happened to rickshaws?
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