So I'm out cruising around tuning the car with my laptop as my passenger. Two ricer buddies with booming rap, killer fart pipes
and one of the car's painted neon like a gumball machine at WalMart cruise by as I'm pulled over at the side of the road adjusting the FP. One of the ******* passenger screams something (couldn't decifer) in a laugh sort of way. I think to myself "they probably think the car is dead or something, retards".
About fifteen minutes later, I go top off the tank, pull out to the corner to the light and you can guess who comes coming. The buddy lets "neon" riceman pull next to me...
I will tell you I had a nice smile of vindication for the trip home!!!!
and one of the car's painted neon like a gumball machine at WalMart cruise by as I'm pulled over at the side of the road adjusting the FP. One of the ******* passenger screams something (couldn't decifer) in a laugh sort of way. I think to myself "they probably think the car is dead or something, retards".
About fifteen minutes later, I go top off the tank, pull out to the corner to the light and you can guess who comes coming. The buddy lets "neon" riceman pull next to me...
I will tell you I had a nice smile of vindication for the trip home!!!!
