No, just -- look, shut up for a second, scroll down or something, God, you act like you're the fourth person to view this. Not the case.
Friday, March 11, 2005
I got in a drag race in Fort Wayne
I was stopped at a light and a decked-out dudemobile next to me revved its engine. I looked over to see a sideburn-inflicted teenage boy. When the light turned green, I pedal-to-the-metal'd that shit. He did too, but just ended up peeling in place. Fuckin dick. Then I got lost and it took like an hour to figure out where the crap I was. And all because I went to Fort Wayne for a Josh Groban concert.
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Bless you.
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