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so it was the first time i had ridden in my moms car in a really long time....now that im older i have my own...but she insisted on accompanying me to the doctor and i hate paying for gas and i hopped in.
i was already hating it because she doesnt understand the importance of just listening to the radio without talking while youre in the car and she kept babbling to me about all her problems, and telling me elaborate and dramatizations of how she had told these people off.
and then naturally, somewhere in the midst of her yapping and my obviously unimpresed 'aha' noises i got the worst pounding headache imaginable.
at the time i knew i owed it all to her. but i couldnt do much about it so i just kept pretending to listen as i rubbed my temples. and just when i thought the pain couldnt get any worse, she stops talking to ask 'whats wrong? have you got a headache.....here listen to this!'
then she pops in a freakin lou bega cd and starts playing that god-awful one hit terror mambo number 5 while she slowly put the sunroof down.
fuck you lou bega.
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