After that BAD Mr. Salesman forced me to trade for a Boxster, I immediately projected any responsibility for my mistake onto both the salesman and all other Boxster owners in the world. This nagging sense of responsibility for my own actions keeps cropping up, so I'll continue attacking all Boxster owners until it goes away again.
If Boxsters are so good, why does Porsche make other cars? HUH? Why are they coming out with a Boxster S then??? How do airplanes fly? Why do my feet hurt? Are my shoes too tight? Or is it my hat? When I wear my hat too tight, I see pretty stars. I DON'T WANT my medicine any more!!!
My teeth are blue.