me and my buddy went to the mall tonight fro some Christmas shopping and in one of the stores comes struttin' some jock with a sleeveless shirt on, and has his longsleeve shirt draped over his shoulders. he's followed by his two "homies" and they've all got that look about them that they are THE baddest guys on the planet. the ringleader with the sleeveless shirt was just showing off some tatoos and his flabby 210lb frame stuffed into a 5'7" body. pathetic. i turn to my buddy and say, "i bet the guy drives an import". i was close on that call.
about a half hour later we're walking out of the mall and we hear this awful fart-can type noise flying past the doors and we connect it to a V6 piece of crap white mustang, i'm guessing a '94-5. shaking our heads at this "kewl" dude racing at about 25mph past the most crowded entrance here at Beldon Village Mall just aint smart, safety wise. we walk down the sidewalk about 50 yards and start crossing the little mall street towards the parking lot when here comes the clown in the white stang and he passes just behind us cuz we were about halfway across. and guess who it was, the big tough boy and his two biggest fans ripping around the parking lot in his peice of crap. the loooong list of "mods" included crappy looking purple racing stripes, purple interior neons, fart-sounding exhaust (even though we saw no fart can, probly drilled a hole somewhere), and K-Mart special "chrome" rims that looked especially blingin' covered in road salt dust. and the loser must have backed into somethin cuz the back of the poor car was all ripped up and unkept for weeks no doubt, AND there were tachs on the dash (with no backlighting and no seen movement as he revved the engine....genious guys) that finished off the look of complete domination. as he passed behind us, my friend glanced back at him and kinda laughed to himself at the poor attempt of this shmuck. we're almost to the car and here comes stang-boy again, dude pulls up and this was the convo between him and my buddy Jay;
guy: did you say somethin?
jay: what are you talking about?
guy: i thought you said somethin back there (all cocky like)
jay: i didn't say anything, but you sure have a sweet ride there
guy: aw, funny guy huh? you wanna take this to the street and settle this? (trying his best to start crap)
jay: sure i'll be right there
at this point Jay reached up, never looking away from the guy, and presses the button on his keychain and unarmed his '98 WS6 sittin approx. 6 feet away. the look on the guys face was priceless and his two friends' mouths dropped open knowing they were screeeewed big time. dude just drops into gear and takes off with his tail between his legs. LOL my boy set him up PERFECTLY for a fall. i could hardly keep from laughing as he sped away in his POS. i guess he didn't feel quite so tough and intimidating for a while after. we tried looking for him after we got in the car but he was nowhere to be found.
i got warm fuzzies just watching that all take place. good times. sorry so long but i just had to give all the details.
about a half hour later we're walking out of the mall and we hear this awful fart-can type noise flying past the doors and we connect it to a V6 piece of crap white mustang, i'm guessing a '94-5. shaking our heads at this "kewl" dude racing at about 25mph past the most crowded entrance here at Beldon Village Mall just aint smart, safety wise. we walk down the sidewalk about 50 yards and start crossing the little mall street towards the parking lot when here comes the clown in the white stang and he passes just behind us cuz we were about halfway across. and guess who it was, the big tough boy and his two biggest fans ripping around the parking lot in his peice of crap. the loooong list of "mods" included crappy looking purple racing stripes, purple interior neons, fart-sounding exhaust (even though we saw no fart can, probly drilled a hole somewhere), and K-Mart special "chrome" rims that looked especially blingin' covered in road salt dust. and the loser must have backed into somethin cuz the back of the poor car was all ripped up and unkept for weeks no doubt, AND there were tachs on the dash (with no backlighting and no seen movement as he revved the engine....genious guys) that finished off the look of complete domination. as he passed behind us, my friend glanced back at him and kinda laughed to himself at the poor attempt of this shmuck. we're almost to the car and here comes stang-boy again, dude pulls up and this was the convo between him and my buddy Jay;
guy: did you say somethin?
jay: what are you talking about?
guy: i thought you said somethin back there (all cocky like)
jay: i didn't say anything, but you sure have a sweet ride there
guy: aw, funny guy huh? you wanna take this to the street and settle this? (trying his best to start crap)
jay: sure i'll be right there
at this point Jay reached up, never looking away from the guy, and presses the button on his keychain and unarmed his '98 WS6 sittin approx. 6 feet away. the look on the guys face was priceless and his two friends' mouths dropped open knowing they were screeeewed big time. dude just drops into gear and takes off with his tail between his legs. LOL my boy set him up PERFECTLY for a fall. i could hardly keep from laughing as he sped away in his POS. i guess he didn't feel quite so tough and intimidating for a while after. we tried looking for him after we got in the car but he was nowhere to be found.
i got warm fuzzies just watching that all take place. good times. sorry so long but i just had to give all the details.
