Just for the record, holySmith! is not “el juan”. Will the real el juan please stand up, please stand up? (BTW, I am not implying that the real el juan is in any way a white guy).
Also, nice driving there, Crash. Good work. Perhaps holySmith! is partially to blame since I spent the day before calling you no less than 70 different girl names. Obviously it had an effect since you were clearly blinded by the windshield – a condition most often associated with female drivers.
The girls names didn’t affect me as much as my WWJD wrist-band holydouche! As the turn came up, I thought to myself “What Would Jon Do?” I decided that if you were my age and had that car, you would speed up, and so that’s what I did.
There’s no other way to say it: YOU are entirely to blame for this mess.
And El Juan… the suspense is killing me. You better come out the closet with your real identity soon.
dam foo. do you ever not fuck things up? you have bad luck with all kinds of shit except school.
To answer your question: No, I DO NOT ever NOT fuck things up. It’s the story of my life.
But you’re right about school – it’s the only thing I’ve ever done right. So I’m going back real soon to make sure my next car isn’t a Honda Civic.
By the way, El Juan? You obviously know me, but who the fuck are you?
Just for the record, holySmith! is not “el juan”. Will the real el juan please stand up, please stand up? (BTW, I am not implying that the real el juan is in any way a white guy).
Also, nice driving there, Crash. Good work. Perhaps holySmith! is partially to blame since I spent the day before calling you no less than 70 different girl names. Obviously it had an effect since you were clearly blinded by the windshield – a condition most often associated with female drivers.
The girls names didn’t affect me as much as my WWJD wrist-band holydouche! As the turn came up, I thought to myself “What Would Jon Do?” I decided that if you were my age and had that car, you would speed up, and so that’s what I did.
There’s no other way to say it: YOU are entirely to blame for this mess.
And El Juan… the suspense is killing me. You better come out the closet with your real identity soon.