Hood & Sarcasma
Hood Hood
Sarcasma Sarcasma
Hood Hood
Ever notice how traffic lights are just the city’s way of saying, “You’re stuck in a living, breathing drama called traffic, enjoy the ride.”
Sarcasma Sarcasma
Sure, because nothing says “joy” like a 30-second stutter at a red light, right? Traffic lights are basically the city’s way of giving you a front‑row seat to the greatest show on Earth: The Great Delay. Enjoy the applause.
Hood Hood
Yeah, that’s the city’s free concert—just make sure your coffee doesn’t turn into a cup of regret.
Sarcasma Sarcasma
Right, a steaming cup of regret is the perfect soundtrack for a city‑wide performance of “Hold Your Breath and Pray.”
Hood Hood
Sure thing—just remember to bring a spare pair of ears for when the traffic symphony goes off key.
Sarcasma Sarcasma
Oh, absolutely, because nothing screams “harmonic chaos” like honking horns and the occasional screeching of a brake pedal. Bring earplugs or a karaoke machine, your choice.
Hood Hood
Got the ears, but I still think the city’s traffic jams are the best stand‑up routine—free, loud, and nobody can ask for a refund.
Sarcasma Sarcasma
Right, because nothing says “pay‑per‑view” like a free show that runs at least three hours and comes with a complimentary headache.