If I turn the car into oncoming traffic I will die and not need to go to work anymore. Wait, that'll fuck someone else's day up and mean I can't give my little brother my car. Dammit, work it is. Rent the nitrogen tank tomorrow... wait, that'll be too obvious, bad enough you're a miserable spazz, bad enough your parents would have to pay to bury you, at the very least you can try to convince them it wasn't intentional, they've got enough on their plate and you owe them lots of money first anyways. FUCKKKKKKKK.



Say yes to less stress!


