You lollygag your way around the first quarter... You lollygag your way around the second quarter...
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“I get by with a little help from my friends... No, you’re on the third, you @#$%&$.”
The first of those sentences was sung out loud, actually. It was meant to represent the Beatles tune you know and most of you love, statistically. I was in the back seat of a four-seater car that had six people in it. It was a little stuffy, and the song had just crashed in a way I was hoping the car wouldn’t.