licensed to th/sp/dr/kill


"Postman, Postman! Your license, Your license" followed by loud banging on the door in the early morning.

That loud noise made my sister fearful of opening the door so she seeked help from my father.
so my father received my license on my behalf. where was i? thailand of course.
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and my drivers in camp were surprised when i told them i only scored 6 demerits during the test.
beat that.

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mom told me yesterday, "give me 3 to 4 months ok?"
and i was like "its ok, take your time. i took this bike license for fun"

but i wouldnt say the same if it was my class 3/4 though...




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