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it is a sacred place the driver's seat of a '99 Jeep Cherokee manning the wheel of a two ton killing machine a means of crossing the width of a continent in less time than it takes your girlfriend to ********** that same girl who gave you head from the passenger seat that same girl who used to occupy the passenger seat every night that same seat of variable occupying friends (makes you wonder why its called shotgun) from the driver's seat you look through the only window that maintains an ever-changing perspective from the driver's seat you've thought of many different things you've said many different things you've cried of many different things to me anyway the driver's seat of a '99 Jeep Cherokee is a sacred place if you would like to explain to me otherwise i would be very interested to hear why you're wrong
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
a sacred place
it is a sacred place the driver's seat of a '99 Jeep Cherokee manning the wheel of a two ton killing machine a means of crossing the width of a continent in less time than it takes your girlfriend to ********** that same girl who gave you head from the passenger seat that same girl who used to occupy the passenger seat every night that same seat of variable occupying friends (makes you wonder why its called shotgun) from the driver's seat you look through the only window that maintains an ever-changing perspective from the driver's seat you've thought of many different things you've said many different things you've cried of many different things to me anyway the driver's seat of a '99 Jeep Cherokee is a sacred place if you would like to explain to me otherwise i would be very interested to hear why you're wrong
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
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