Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
How many people are trapped inside that big ol’ building?
What a horrifying existence.
Just shoot my ass now.
Maximum audacity:
Istanbul. Smaller than NYC; rank 17, just shy of 15mil. Rather visit there than NYC though. This is a suburb; gets worse in the city proper … like all cities. Chop 3 zeroes off the population and it’s still getting a bit too big.
Wouldn’t want to use it to collect firewood or go prospecting. Or drive it around town either for that matter. But say I was 25 and wanted to pick up girls …
Me? I’d keep the truck straight for the most part, if I could afford it in the first place. I found it eye catching though deplorable and looked it up. HVAC company in AZ, I think, employed by mostly messicans.
Who buys a $60k truck then has $30k worth of accessories added?
Answer—Messicans.