I like fast cars. No, I really really like fast cars. In a sense that if you're not driving at a 180 miles per hour, I probably be bored. In a sense that we're going so fast you'd probably having a panic attack in the back seat with the thought that we're all going to die soon. So fast that even the beat of the techno song playing on the stereo can't catch up with the number of lamp posts we're passing at that moment. Or you could just ask Timur&Jeremy :)Because while Timur was saying that we could die another day, Jeremy was too busy screaming his head off. Oh yeah. It's probably just a phase.
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