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Yeah, kids are dying by the bunches here in NC for driving drunk. I, of course, will never say this to my kids, I might just have to be a hypocrite and keep my kiddies off the sauce and weed. I'd actually rather have my kids drive stoned then drunk.
Driving Stoned:
Person stoned: Okay... Oh! A red light! Okay, I have to stop! I'm stopping. Is there anybody coming? No. *taps wheel* Okay, green. I can go. What's the speed limit? 45? Am doing....46!% Shit! Slow down to...43, just to be safe. Okay, stop sign. Coming to a stop. Stopped. Anybody coming? *looks both ways* Anybody coming? *looks both ways* Can I go? *Goes*
Basically, a twenty minute trip home takes nearly forty minutes, because you're driving like you're ninty
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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