no more SIMPSONS !!!!!1!!1!1!1!!1!
Honestly though, how could I sleep without Futurama ?
Define “drunk” driving. Did I have alcohol in my system? Obviously. But who’s to say “I” was “driving”? Define ‘I’. Define ‘driving’ Sure I’m turning the wheel, but the car is it’s own organism, with its own internal cerebral connections. Is it my foot on the pedal that makes me the driver? Who put the pedal there? Ever think of that? Maybe he’s the real “driver”. Who designed the ergonomic heated seats that made me fall asleep during my so called “drive”? Maybe I was just enjoying my heated seats with my foot on an arbitrary pedal. Not my fault the Ford motor company purposely made that pedal be the “Go” button for this metal shell. Maybe I didn’t know that, maybe they sabotaged me. Who’s really at fault here? Somebody is, but it isn’t me officer.