Now this may seem like a frivolous observation, but as it is the law...I feel I am forced to use this crude analogy to get severity of the situation into perspective.
IF...and it's not a big if...my automobile were a television set, and each obtainable kilometer per hour increment was designated as a channel I received on my Ultra Cable package, then my channel surfing experience would go something like this:
Every channel up to 110 is perfectly legit. Some channels aren't appropriate where children are playing, and some channels are legal but still unsafe for the elderly (at which point the elderly should be watching TV at all, it isn't safe for anyone). Everything passed 110 is the craziest crap you've ever seen. My New Yorker lets me watch channels up to 150,which comprises of live public executions, hardcore pornography involving animals, and infomercials for products like nuclear weapons and guns that shoot cocaine. After 150, Arnold Swartzeneger comes on screen and yells "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! no more! You've watched enough heinous smut! I will not let you SUPER break the law!". He is of course referring to what we call ULTRA porn. Ultra porn is a lot like regular porn, only it ALWAYS involves endangered species, no one is allowed to NOT have an electric sword, and if you aren't swearing every word you speak, you must be explaining to the audience how they should spend their child's college fund on a car (covered in dead puppies stuffed with heroin) that goes over 110 kilometers an hour. If you want access to Ultra porn, you have to bribe the governor, but even then if the cops catch you there is nothing stopping them from throwing you in an Ultra prison(very similar to Ultra porn).
So in conclusion...even though speeding is fun, it isn't wholesome and will probably get you in a heap of trouble if your mom or wife catch you doing it.








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