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I started my day by waking up and as usual this was followed by all of the morning stuff: eating a bag or two of beefjerky, beating the shit out of my little cousins, masturbating while looking in the mirror, and smoking an ounce of crack. After I had finished all of the really important stuff that I just mentioned it was then time to realize that I was late for work and decide that I wasn't going.
If I was going to miss work what then should I do? This question was answered quickly to myself. I decided to go scare black people with my car. Scaring black people with my car is always a fun past time. You just wait for a group of them to walk out in the street expecting everyone in cars to stop for them like they always do down town, except you don't stop. It turns into a game of who is going to call who's bluff. The secret to winning this game is the realization that you are in a big ass metal Cadillac and they are either on bikes or on 200 dollar shoes. They may hold out for a while and give you some mean looks but eventually they always dive for the ditch. No one want's to become my hood ornament.
I did this for a bit and then I just happend to pull up behind a fellow woodsmen freind of mine by the name of Chris Smith who was headed to a boat store. I followed him there and we talked about guns and blowing shit up for a while before parting ways. He gave me some money for tribute and that was that.
If I was going to miss work what then should I do? This question was answered quickly to myself. I decided to go scare black people with my car. Scaring black people with my car is always a fun past time. You just wait for a group of them to walk out in the street expecting everyone in cars to stop for them like they always do down town, except you don't stop. It turns into a game of who is going to call who's bluff. The secret to winning this game is the realization that you are in a big ass metal Cadillac and they are either on bikes or on 200 dollar shoes. They may hold out for a while and give you some mean looks but eventually they always dive for the ditch. No one want's to become my hood ornament.
I did this for a bit and then I just happend to pull up behind a fellow woodsmen freind of mine by the name of Chris Smith who was headed to a boat store. I followed him there and we talked about guns and blowing shit up for a while before parting ways. He gave me some money for tribute and that was that.