Hiiiiiiighway to Hell
*Québecar had apparently stuck around with his beautiful family. It is on a nice pair of snowshoes that Matthieu very gracefully runs to it, shouting some expletives in the process.
But the car isn't an object, mind you! It has feelings and quickly stops to open the door.
GET IN THE CHAR. But the real reason for the vehicle going soft is the Québécois' suspicious slurring and aroma of pot. SO.
Fortunately it's not as fucké as its...wife! As he kind of tries to get a grip of the steering wheel, he starts it to go off to nowhere. Fuck Nez Rouge anyway. Maybe that forest or maybe----An Arthur-looking tree! Hahahaha- no, just a tree. CONCENTRATE, PISSOU.*
EEF AI AVOEED DAT TREE AH'LL GO GET SUM' BEER, TABARNAK.
*drives and speeds up like they only do it in la Belle Province. As it reaches 88 miles... NO WAIT, FUCK THAT EXAGGERATED ENGLISH MEASURE, AROUND 100 KILOMETERS PER HOUR.
The tree is closer and closer and closer, and how awesome is that he isn't even zigzaging-----
HAHAHA HIS LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE WHAT A FUCKING CHAMP. Just missed it by 0.000-
0000000000000000-
0 millimeters.
Well, ow.
Not like he'd realize it, as the impact knocked the man out. Québécar on the other hand gives a mechanical sigh, its front being crashed to pieces, and waiting for someone not!French Canadian to take better care of it*
((ooc: Blah blah,etc. Coma'ing Matthieu for a while was the best way to PAY MORE ATTENTION TO STUDIES, SORRY. ))
But the car isn't an object, mind you! It has feelings and quickly stops to open the door.
GET IN THE CHAR. But the real reason for the vehicle going soft is the Québécois' suspicious slurring and aroma of pot. SO.
Fortunately it's not as fucké as its...wife! As he kind of tries to get a grip of the steering wheel, he starts it to go off to nowhere. Fuck Nez Rouge anyway. Maybe that forest or maybe----An Arthur-looking tree! Hahahaha- no, just a tree. CONCENTRATE, PISSOU.*
EEF AI AVOEED DAT TREE AH'LL GO GET SUM' BEER, TABARNAK.
*drives and speeds up like they only do it in la Belle Province. As it reaches 88 miles... NO WAIT, FUCK THAT EXAGGERATED ENGLISH MEASURE, AROUND 100 KILOMETERS PER HOUR.
The tree is closer and closer and closer, and how awesome is that he isn't even zigzaging-----
HAHAHA HIS LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE WHAT A FUCKING CHAMP. Just missed it by 0.000-
0000000000000000-
0 millimeters.
Well, ow.
Not like he'd realize it, as the impact knocked the man out. Québécar on the other hand gives a mechanical sigh, its front being crashed to pieces, and waiting for someone not!French Canadian to take better care of it*
((ooc: Blah blah,etc. Coma'ing Matthieu for a while was the best way to PAY MORE ATTENTION TO STUDIES, SORRY. ))