I've been in the middle of planning a small trip lately with my girlfriend.
But now this has happened:I get home quite late tonight and pull into the garage at my apartment
building. Basically the plan was that I park my car at home in the garage
and then we leave tomorrow in my girlfriend's car. However, some homeless punk (meaning a visitor) decided to park his
Corolla in my spot! So I park in the emergency spot where we can wash
our cars, and I'm thinking about what to do, and all I can think is this: "Daaaaaaamn, my Z is one sexy beast!" Needless to say, the Z is safe in the end. I turned around and parked it
in my girlfriend's garage then played a game of Tetris with the three cars
in her family. Hopefully that stinkin' Toyota is gone by morning before
we leave. To my fellow Canucks in Toronto:
1) See you soon!
2) Leafs suck!
Sig begins here: ZEngineer: I just hope those exhaust tips aren't gonna give me a hard
time going through the opening
Aqualung: Do you have a pic of your rear?
ZEngineer: Dude! That's just perverted!
Aqualung: Holy Sh*t! What did I just say???
BigTDogg(MA): That car earns the owner a TON of trophies at shows I'm
sure. It'll also earn him one jab to the testicles if I ever meet him in
person.
Kenny: I got more rhymes than Azheat's mouth got dongs ZEngineer: If I ever wreck my car, and some jerkoff pulls that overused
retarded joke on me, I'd release my frustration on him through an
uppercut to the balls and say: "don't worry, a little bondo here and there
and you balls will be like new again". |
