You know that lady? The one who lives in the dash of your car and plays the radio for you? You know she finds songs for you and looks at the thumb drive and stuff? She shows the little map and tells you where you're supposed to be going. She runs the air conditioner and heater and answers the telephone and makes calls for you? That lady? I don't think the one who lives in my radio likes me. She just sits in there judging me and generally being a bitch. Sometimes she makes me repeat myself before she does what I ask her to do. I know she hears me and understands what I'm saying she's just being an asshole. Know what I do though? Sometimes when she's not looking I make fart noises and give her the finger. Mean old dashboard lady!