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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