When I was a teen driver in the 90s, my rule was seatbelts or get the fuck out. If they fought me on it, I described to them in excruciating detail what my aunt looked like after a semi hit her car and she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. She was unrecognizable as a human being… and she lived. Imagine looking like that while still alive. Put on your fucking seatbelt.
When I was a teen driver in the 90s, my rule was seatbelts or get the fuck out. If they fought me on it, I described to them in excruciating detail what my aunt looked like after a semi hit her car and she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. She was unrecognizable as a human being… and she lived. Imagine looking like that while still alive. Put on your fucking seatbelt.
She single?
Widowed. Also, dead.
I too, choose this guy’s barely alove aunt.
As in pieces?