I've always thought driving seemed more difficult than necessary and sought out ways to simplify the task be doing without some of the more cumbersome accoutrements like a drivers license or insurance.
That made my life easier but I still hadn't quite managed the autopilot type stuff George Jetson has so the actual act of driving still required me to pay some attention so I could flip a bitch before one of those cop checkpoints or make sure to steer between signs and buildings while driving on sidewalks.
I just found out one of the new marauders on the lake has come up with a scheme to put the lazy back in driving, lord strike me down with one of those light bulb deals if I'm wrong about this.
Olga Martin Squeele, best known for milking the public teat and inserting herself into every goddamn thing that comes along, has shown us that you can avoid the more menial tasks associated with driving by letting a cat do it. Kinda like Toonces but with some oversight.
What the Squeele does is straps a cat to the steering wheel so she can tool around talking on the phone and pounding BK stackers down her gullet.
Nobody would ever have found out if she hadn't wandered into the CPD recently and left her chaufeur in feline bondage out in the parking lot where Jeeves, the cat, started honking the horn to attract attention.
Probably just wanted to get the hell away from Olga.
Jeeves saw his opportunity and set about wailing at the top of his lungs and blowing that horn but Olga got done telling CPD how to do their jobs and came back to have him drive her home.
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