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I'm waiting in my car at a red light. A white SMART pulls up next to me. Some pip-squeak is sitting behind the wheel, decked out with bling like some hip-hopping rapper. He gives me a hairy eyeball. The lights turns green and Slim Shady floors it. He takes off like a midget out of [censored] and zips around a hairpin turn so fast that I half expect someone may have to fish the punk out of Lake Merced.
Lesson of the story? If you want to race, do it in the most fuel efficient car you can buy.
Slim's tags spelled OMGHAHA.
Lesson of the story? If you want to race, do it in the most fuel efficient car you can buy.
Slim's tags spelled OMGHAHA.