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Originally Posted by Encroaching Death
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And then you get bored after a day of revving the engine.
You stare at the sports car in your garage, struggling to find ways to reignite your passion for fun.
But you feel nothing.
All you see is a hunk of expensive steel. The love is gone.
So you turn the garage light off, leaving the beauty in the darkness.
You sigh in disappointment as you realize your life passed you by as you were working for that sports car.
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Picture the scene...
Old bald guy sitting in a sports car that's perched high up on bricks in a basic cul-de-sac. A car he worked day and night for, birthdays, christmases, double shifts, weekends...
The car has two big bore exhausts.
Toothless children passing by.
The bald guy frantically revving the engine to draw their attention to him.
"ENVY ME!" he yells out the car window with each rev of the engine.
But nobody is looking.
The cul-de-sac is full of lots of old bald guys doing the exact same thing as him.
On each dash, a big bottle of viagra but no woman in sight.
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