Now think of how you play music now versus how you might have in the past. A few years ago, you might just hit the play button. Now, you have to take a breath and say out loud to Alexa, a fake person, “Alexa, play ‘Despacito.’” In essence, you have to ask Alexa for permission to play “Despacito.” In your saddest moments, you ask for someone to give you the gift of “Despacito.” That’s funny.

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Imagine driving on the highway, you look down and see a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ snake coming atcha from under the steering wheel! You freak ♥♥♥♥ and start swirving like wild before you realize that the snake is here to cause no ill will. She is friend, not foe. Her intent is not to harm. She has something much more sinister planned. She winks at you before unzipping your pants and sliding them down to your ankles. She opens wide and takes your ♥♥♥♥ deep down her throat and into the pit of her stomach. She bobs. Up, down, up, down. You clench the steering wheel tightly, ready to explode. You ♥♥♥ so hard and you shoot straight in to the mouth of that succubus snake. She loved you intensely, if only for a brief moment. But now the moment has passed and you flash back to reality. It was nothing but a day dream and you return to driving.

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