I never thought living life on the fast lane can be interpreted this way.
Fucking on the highway going 40 mph is like a recipe for disaster. Its as good as "sorry kid in a bicycle. you'll lose your legs cuz my girlfriend was on climax" or "sorry homeless guy with a stupid cart. i was about to cum so you're dead".
Then again maybe we're just envious. Hooker would normally want me to park in a dark alley. And your prom date prolly jumped off the car thats on the way to the prom.
Fuck it. I'm getting a minivan.