Of car butt pun and being single

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Red lights can really spawn lotssa wild thoughts especially when a government road repair project is up ahead and it’s been months since they first poked the pave and nothing, I mean it has become worst since then, has happened.

I’m living in a quiet sinister society where 2 people are being killed in a minute, don’t be too hard on this data I just read it on a paper minutes before I drove away, yet can’t even explicitly buy an egg vibe, there’s actually no store that sells this at the mall, you can use in times like these … what’s the connection? Hahahaha, anyway, thanks to this car butt that made me thought of something wild for minutes;

I’M SINGLE

BUT VERY HAPPY

I WORK HARD

I SPA HARDER

I’m relatively convinced with the last two lines, just Work, as though you didn’t need the money, love that quote from Alfred D. Souza and spa, as though this is the last time you’ll gonna live … gosh, I should do that.

But the first two lines has somewhat raked a disagreement from me. So you think being double, I mean roughly translated in our social set-up that would mean in a relationship or married, I would suppose, can really bring you happiness? What’s so good about being double? You probably had your own reasons too and raised eyebrows while reading this, but If I were you just stay single and be very, very happy, gaaaahhhhh, how can our society, I mean it’s us, created our own monster and jolt us that being single is a lonely word.

That speaking from a victim’s experience, trust me!