Car
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I couldn't find the sports car of my dreams, so I built it myself.
When a man opens a car door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife.
A dream without ambition is like a car without gas... you're not going anywhere.
My wife wants sex in the back of the car and she wants me to drive.
I love cars.
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
The negative effects of combat were nightmares, and I'd get jumpy around certain noises and stuff, but you'd have that after a car accident or a bad divorce. Life's filled with trauma. You don't need to go to war to find it; it's going to find you. We all deal with it, and the effects go away after awhile. At least they did for me.
My mum is a rock star, and I idolise her. She was born in a conservative Muslim family, where the girls were not educated much, and she was required to wear a burkha. She felt repressed but dreamt of driving her own car, walking around in jeans and wearing sunglasses, and she did.
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