Some speed limits are respectable — I’ll go 35, I’ll go 70, sure. Ask me to drive at 55 /65though and the dirty criminal in me cries out and hits the accelerator
My faucet is moldy. My pipes are rusted. My cups are dirty. But you bet your fucking ASS I’m not buying bottled water. No siree not for me. A brita? Oh sorry I don’t remember becoming a millionaire.