Paying Doh

Life feels strange when it begins to feel like an episode of the Simpsons. Today I actually payed a “Monorail tax” of two hundred plus bucks to register my card.

Marge: According to this book, the monorail goes over 150 miles an hour! What if something goes wrong?
Homer: “What if.” What if I stepped in the shower and slipped on a bar of soap? … Oh, my God! I’d get killed!

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