Are you kidding, man? I was almost screaming at Holly to go by that damn house again so I could yell at the bitch. If our car wasn't five deep the first time we went by, I would have then.
That woman must die. I'm finding her phone number and name and then it's motherfucking on
I can see them yelling if you're doing this after 10:30 at night, but yeah, when you live near a school, you have to expect some things. Just like if you live across the street from a dorm. You don't think "oh, this will be a nice, peaceful place to live." you think "It'll be loud, and why the heck are we moving here? This house should be for kids going to this college."
heh... i thought it was great holly stops to hear what she was saying because she thought of been someone else then she hears "police" an is like "fuck" she takes off and halen is following us like the plague "RUNNNNNN!" LOL you know it but it was good times in the life of the drama geeks lol
Tarnation! Back in my day, only a select few had these "auto-mobiles." These included the mayor, the local judge, and the prostitute who lived down the lane. I recall one balmy summmer noon at the racetrack, which in those days was a mud puddle and a box of crayons. A man approached me and said "Son, how would you like to make a dime?"
A dime?! Golly whiz! That's a fortune! I quickly agreed, after biting said dime to make sure it wasn't plugged, which in those days meant "made from arsenic." He then told me that I was to race that very day. Well, I was some excited let me tell you! There hadn't been an event this big since Ma had her bowels plugged up tight and the locals came to help! I sat down in the car, an '02 Winchester Special Edition Custom Class. Let me tell you, I could hardly contain my excitement. In fact, I couldn't, and I soiled the seat quite thoroughly. Bang! The race was on, and I hit the fuel intake! The automobile sped off at a blazing twenty-five miles for the hour! The wind whipped through my hair as
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A dime?! Golly whiz! That's a fortune! I quickly agreed, after biting said dime to make sure it wasn't plugged, which in those days meant "made from arsenic."
He then told me that I was to race that very day. Well, I was some excited let me tell you! There hadn't been an event this big since Ma had her bowels plugged up tight and the locals came to help!
I sat down in the car, an '02 Winchester Special Edition Custom Class. Let me tell you, I could hardly contain my excitement. In fact, I couldn't, and I soiled the seat quite thoroughly. Bang! The race was on, and I hit the fuel intake! The automobile sped off at a blazing twenty-five miles for the hour! The wind whipped through my hair as ( ... )
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