last summer my family decided to hit the open road for a classic cross country road trip mom packed enough snacks to feed a small army dad dusted off our old playlist CDs and my little brother Timmy was armed with his tablet ready to count cows everything was set and our trusty GPS whom we'd affectionately named Gizmo was ready to guide us about an hour into our journey after a particularly enthusiastic rendition of ey of the tiger Gizmo chimed in with recalculating your life choices followed by a beep that sounded suspiciously like a snort we laughed it off as a glitch but as our playlist continued so did Gizmo SS when we played some country Tunes Gizmo interjected I'd steer you away from that partner by the time we hit pop it quipped ah The Sweet Sound of mediocrity as our trip progressed [Music]
last summer my family decided to hit the open road for a classic cross country road trip mom packed enough snacks to feed a small army dad dusted off our old playlist CDs and my little brother Timmy was armed with his tablet ready to count cows everything was set and our trusty GPS whom we'd affectionately named Gizmo was ready to guide us about an hour into our journey after a particularly enthusiastic rendition of ey of the tiger Gizmo chimed in with recalculating your life choices followed by a beep that sounded suspiciously like a snort we laughed it off as a glitch but as our playlist continued so did Gizmo SS when we played some country Tunes Gizmo interjected I'd steer you away from that partner by the time we hit pop it quipped ah The Sweet Sound of mediocrity as our trip progressed [Music]
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