I love it when people drive 25pmh over the speed limit, their stereo blasting to a level flirting dangerously with the sound barrier - all so that I may listen to the last few verses of "You're the One that I Want" (Ooo, ooo, ooo - Honey)
Join me, won't you, in my quest to bring subsistence to the masses, whereas "Grease" merely echoes eternally with the sound message of: "Dress like a whore woman of the night and you too can bag your man!"
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