Crash

I had to cause a twenty-five car pileup at a race track yesterday. Reason? No. I just did. It was necessary however. Anyone who races in moving metal boxes shall be stopped. Especially the ones who are called NASCAR. There are too many things on these metal boxes, and when they move in a circle for hours they make me dizzy and I throw up a little. Plus they pollute my atmosphere needlessly. Therefore, I shall pollute their bones with shards of metal from their crashed cars. I guess I did have a reason. What I said at the beginning of this entry still makes sense. Do not be so naive as to question why it does. I own thee.