Ohohohohohohoho.
Story time?
Yes.
It all began on a perfectly humdrum, after-school day in the school parking lot. (A.K.A. The pink ticket's favorite place to kick it.) When, from the corner of my eye, I beheld a red car trying to make it over the concrete where... you know... you're not supposed to try and drive a car over.
Sure enough, "RaChelle" had managed to unwittingly high-center her car with the wheels on either side of the forbidden concrete hump. Much like unto this heifer---------------------->-------------->--------->----->
If you're ever bored and want to boost the macho morale of some hot Mexicans and a Korean...... Here's how a few tips....
HOW TO PROVE BLUSTERY TESTOSTERONE LEVELS:
STEP 1. Hunt for the beautiful, half-witted-decision-making girl with car in a pickle (in this case ON a pickle)
STEP 2.Stand around in a giant group surveying the damage.
STEP 2b. disregard any cops around who think they are helping but they are not.
STEP 3. Take orders from said beautiful, yet accident-prone girl.
STEP 3. Take orders from said beautiful, yet accident-prone girl.
STEP 4. After minutes pass, finally lift car off ground using brute strength and grunt a lot ....(I'll leave this one up to your imagination)
STEP 5.Watch wistfully as they drive away in somewhat altered car in blissful admiration at the manly man work you have done.
What a great. day.
1. I'm glad you're posting more frequently.
ReplyDelete2. I was wondering what was up with that whole car scene. Thanks for clearing that up for me.
3. I want to say something else, but I won't.
hahahahahaha! YEEESSSS.
ReplyDeleteThis was a great moment in parking lot history. :)
This made me laugh out loud. Hysterically. :) It's fine.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha. I miss you. So much. I miss that stupid parking lot.
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