Ever copped a 9am stand-still on ya way outta Old Cleveland, only to be entertained by the sight of a mid-traffic domestic dummy spit on a sticky long weekend, and you're equally unsure if yer missus packed you a steak sambo for ya trip up sunny with the boys and if she, your life, and your little vegemites are but figments of a tortured imagination but?
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