This is why I love driving whenever I can. I'd rather spend two days driving than go through airport security. That and I can have smoke breaks whenever I want. And I'm not stuck next to an anorexic satan worshiper telling me all about the end of the world, or some 500-pound hamburger pounding behemoth slobbering everywhere as he drools out his airline food while farting, burping, and probably pooping a little although they're so fat they can't tell.
Yup...driving rules!
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