92es
- December 16th, 2002, 11:39 AM
I decided to make it down to the local 'neck club for a shot of Jager. Well I was a little late; I showed up about a minute before closing time. There were a few 'necks leaving and as I drove right in front of the doors I was gridlocked by all the cowboy cadillacs. I had a truck to the right of me with his reverse lights on. There was a line behind me and another line in front of me going the opposite way. No one was in front of me, but I couldn't move because of the large Fuckin-250 with 40" :eek: super swampers. I could see straight across under the cab of his truck.
So here I am, foot on the brake, waiting for the gridlock to smooth out. Bubba in the 40s is creeping along at prolly 1.4 mph which is cool, but not looking where he's going. He was prolly spying all the country ass pouring out of the club. So here I am watching the impending doom like the pilot of a blimp that's about to crash into a wall.
He's spying & creeping. I'm stopped, honking and yelling. He noticed my car about 1/2 a sec after he rode up my bumper. :eek: :( :rolleyes:
So the little sawed-off 'neck falls out of his skyscraper on wheels saying "I didn't even see you!" No shit you fuggen plug!
So he spidered the paint and cracked the parking lens. He was all scared and shit, saying he wanted to take care of it outside of the insurance company. So I got all his ins info and then his cell #. I think its registered in his mom's name, cuz there was a girl in the truck but she didn't say anything, and the ins had a girl's name on it.
So I'm gonna call him and get 3 estimates for the job.
For future reference, if you need help on funding your much needed paint job, go hang with some bubba's. They'll be sure and fuck up something for ya. ;)
So here I am, foot on the brake, waiting for the gridlock to smooth out. Bubba in the 40s is creeping along at prolly 1.4 mph which is cool, but not looking where he's going. He was prolly spying all the country ass pouring out of the club. So here I am watching the impending doom like the pilot of a blimp that's about to crash into a wall.
He's spying & creeping. I'm stopped, honking and yelling. He noticed my car about 1/2 a sec after he rode up my bumper. :eek: :( :rolleyes:
So the little sawed-off 'neck falls out of his skyscraper on wheels saying "I didn't even see you!" No shit you fuggen plug!
So he spidered the paint and cracked the parking lens. He was all scared and shit, saying he wanted to take care of it outside of the insurance company. So I got all his ins info and then his cell #. I think its registered in his mom's name, cuz there was a girl in the truck but she didn't say anything, and the ins had a girl's name on it.
So I'm gonna call him and get 3 estimates for the job.
For future reference, if you need help on funding your much needed paint job, go hang with some bubba's. They'll be sure and fuck up something for ya. ;)