Imagine you’re sitting in the grid-locked streets of Tehran just trying to get home so you can bang your wife (oh wait, are they allowed to do that in Iran?). As your penis fills with blood from all the naughty thoughts, you hear the slight thud of rare earth magnets adhering to your vehicle door.
At that moment a motorcycle passes by, but you never notice, because motorcyclists driving between cars in high-traffic areas is the norm. You look around and think, maybe the motorcyclist’s knee hit my door? Maybe the thud came from the car next to me, jeez, can that guy stick his finger any further up his nose? Then your thoughts default back to normal, like most men, to what’s really important – doggy style or reverse cowboy tonight? Then you explode. I mean your car explodes.
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