as i was getting off from work tonight, i noticed that the guy who had replaced me at my last job was also getting off (yesterday, i found out that he worked there, too)
this guy is a... he is... hmm... his head is so fat, that umm...
well...
the dude is a fathead, and a moron
he also happens to think that the mustang he ruined (i mean, made um... awesomer) is like hell on wheels or something
the ill sounding donkey has nearly no low end torque, and it sounds like a just plain bad car
i think he was going for the riced out civic sound, but instead he got 'frikkin broken v6' sound
anyways, he's hella jealous of my car, cause he had been thinking about getting one (oh, and he doesnt show his jealousy at all, when i initially told him about it, he was all "OOH! YOU GOT A SPEC V?!" and im like 'yeeeeup. ohhh foooo nissan sentra se r specification victory!' and by then he had recovered his calm, cool, fatheadedness and he was all "ooooh, its a sentra... hah."
tonight he was trying to show off in his car, so hell, i had to one up his fatheadedness and then some
-it was 10 pm, and the parking lot was pretty frikkin close to empty... just so you know
he pulled out of his space and tried to peel out, but ... like... didnt...
so, i peeled out through first gear, passed him as i was going into 2nd gear -while still peeling- and then in 3rd gear my tires got full grip and then i was manuevering between poles and going quite fast
meanwhile, he was slowly driving past, about to fall out of his window, his jaw was probably getting scratched up from the parking lot's gravel
, then he stopped, i pulled up real close to him and mimmicked his sh- er, poop eating grin, and then i was off in the blink of an eye
gawud, i love my car
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