my poem

[Goat]

Those tire smoke filled nights with the smell of Methanol and the sound of Nitrous being purged and watching its mist in the moonlight, hearing the sound of turbos spooling and superchargers whinning. Wastegates and blowoff valves sounding like 12 gauges shotties while the hotties with their bodys walking around. The sounds of the big and small blocks with their cams and the 4 bangers with their coffee cans it looks like there's going to be a race somewhere under the moonlight...


Keep in mind I'm drunk thought it sounded cool and decided to share with yall.

 

[FAST8T7]

Nice lol

 

[Goat]

Good lord someone put a drunk meter on here so I can't do that again...

 

[ZNix]

It wasn't bad Goat. I thought it was good.

 

[charlief1]

Good lord someone put a drunk meter on here so I can't do that again...

LMFAO! I warned you Billy.:biggrin: It wasn't bad but next time get Christy to keep you off the puter for your own sake.:smile:

 

[Goat]

Um making that my saying...

 

[RatFink]

Roses are red, violets are blue, when I get drunk I do dumb sh!t too.:smile:

 

[charlief1]

Roses are red, violets are blue, when I get drunk I do dumb sh!t too.:smile:

LMAO! Soooo true.:biggrin:

 

[Brad T]

How poor I am how broke I'll be if someone doesn't get this buick away from me !

 

[Goat]

That is the damn truth!