With all the driving I've been doing lately, I've decided that I'm sick of being in the car (no offense, Enrique). Don't get me wrong, I love road trips. A lot. But I'm sort of sick of driving, sitting, paying attention, paying for gas and all that jazz. I think I need either 1) a driver (his name will be Jeeves) or 2) a plane (her name will be Penelope.)
This is an artist's interpretation of my two new possibilities:
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