To drive, or not to drive. That isn't a question. One, it doesn't have a question mark at the end of it, and secondly because I don't have my driver's license.
Indulge me a moment.
Notice I asked your permission first. Most people don't do that.
I have been told that I'm a funny guy. Thanks for the compliment, but I try not to think that way.
All of you have been at one time done your shopping in a grocery store. When you go there all you notice are the high prices, the long lines at the cashes, and of course, the rude grocery clerks.
[Note: Do not let the sex title fool, this article is merely a desperate ploy to get myself arrested for drug trafficking and round-out a resume of vice and corruption.