I just love it when someone runs a red light, then proceeds to honk at me for being in his way, because, you know, the fact that I happen to have the green light doesn’t really mean anything.
The sky is high. The Czar is far.
I just love it when someone runs a red light, then proceeds to honk at me for being in his way, because, you know, the fact that I happen to have the green light doesn’t really mean anything.