Drive. Drive. Drive.

We wake up after having being savagely attacked by a french bar and a man who hates canadians. We put one foot in front of the other, we insert croissants into our apparently open mouths, drain coffee cups of their coffee and take our places. Today is going to go like this:
drive.
drive.
drive.
stop. look at some stuff in a convenience store, taking utmost care to buy the best products-chips? chocolate bar? coffee? chips? chocolate bar? coffee? chips? chocolate bar? coffee?
drive.
drive.

Potato Famine

Sausage Nation

T-Mobile Frontier

Time Travel Gas Station

Somebody

Czech Choices

Hopper

Bored Board.

The FuelOMat!

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