Brake. Brake. Brake-fucking-brake. Brake!

Unless it’s one of the old junkers I drove twenty years ago, a car does not have breaks; it has brakes. Unless you’re a remarkably bad driver, and in remarkably poor physical condition, you do not break at an intersection, you brake. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with people…doesn’t anyone read anymore? They sound the same. English is infamous for its homophones. Deal with it. Pick up a book, you illiterate slobs. You make me sick.