I'm going to ride shotgun, and treat my chauffeur with respect; I'm not going to be like these other douchebags, who hire these lepers that they have to keep at a distance. I'm going to hire someone who's actually cooler than myself, then when I get in the car, I'll ask him where we're going.
I won't look down on him, if anything, he'll feel sorry for me, but this is a good thing, because it means he'll tell me about parties and try to get me laid. But I draw the line at being his designated driver.
This is probably one of my more pathetic fantasies.
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