count_schemula
10-02-2004, 05:09 PM
So, my dog had been acting kinda funny. She has started to lay in my bed and just sit her chin up in the window sill and bark as people out the window exerting minimal energy. It's like, the laziest move I've ever seen. I'm very impressed with my dog's desire to out lazy me.
Anyway, Josie and I are coming back from the Petit LeMans. Seems that I have just finished a red bull and a small bottle of Jagermeister and did not tell her which exit to get off of. We are bombing downtown streets in an effort to get back on course and we come upon this indecisive MB CLK430 ragtop. We need to go right, but he may need to go straight or right depending on how it all shakes out. He futzes around and now the light is red, and it's like slow death waiting for this guy to get the balls to make this right hand turn on red.
Dude looks like a lawyer? check
Haicut within 10 days? check
Shirt lightly starched? check
Wife is short and has perky boobs, a slightly upturned nose, and frosty hair? check
Car has Cobb County plates? check
That's it, I can't take it anymore. I roll the window down and sit my head in the window sill of the car. We roll up on them since Josie is starting to think about just making a right turn in front of him. Like I know them, I say "hey, you... move that heap." Right then Josie nails it and we turn in front of them. His wife looks over in amazement! "Honey, the white people are all angry down here! We need to get back to Cobb quickly!"
We swing around and as we pass... my eyes meet his wife's eyes...
:la is offered up my me, and she recoils in horror!
Dude's first impulse is to come up on the right side and maybe issue a witty retort, but you can almost see the wife exert complete control over the situation and he pulls up behind us on a 2 lane road. :D
So anyway, 328is over CLK 430 in the 0-60'
This is how Snouter does it:
Anyway, Josie and I are coming back from the Petit LeMans. Seems that I have just finished a red bull and a small bottle of Jagermeister and did not tell her which exit to get off of. We are bombing downtown streets in an effort to get back on course and we come upon this indecisive MB CLK430 ragtop. We need to go right, but he may need to go straight or right depending on how it all shakes out. He futzes around and now the light is red, and it's like slow death waiting for this guy to get the balls to make this right hand turn on red.
Dude looks like a lawyer? check
Haicut within 10 days? check
Shirt lightly starched? check
Wife is short and has perky boobs, a slightly upturned nose, and frosty hair? check
Car has Cobb County plates? check
That's it, I can't take it anymore. I roll the window down and sit my head in the window sill of the car. We roll up on them since Josie is starting to think about just making a right turn in front of him. Like I know them, I say "hey, you... move that heap." Right then Josie nails it and we turn in front of them. His wife looks over in amazement! "Honey, the white people are all angry down here! We need to get back to Cobb quickly!"
We swing around and as we pass... my eyes meet his wife's eyes...
:la is offered up my me, and she recoils in horror!
Dude's first impulse is to come up on the right side and maybe issue a witty retort, but you can almost see the wife exert complete control over the situation and he pulls up behind us on a 2 lane road. :D
So anyway, 328is over CLK 430 in the 0-60'
This is how Snouter does it: