Thenightbull wrote:Rockindeano wrote:Pussy. Where do you live? I live in the most congested freeway network in the entire world, and I manage to drink Miller Lite Tall Cans, text Cyndy Poon on the cell, drive with my knees while mowing a Big Mac, , pick my nose when no hot chicks are looking, and even managed to rub one out once on the way to Bryan Adams while caught in traffic....and no, it wasn't done to
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TNB, you need to make the jump from boy/kid to man.

I live in milwaukee man, i was just trying not to cause another accident plus i'm still a rookie at this driving thing bro cut me some slack

It's ok young Jedi, it's ok. Do what I do and "use the force." That shit works dude. Last week, I was hauling ass down the 10 freeway trying to get to Santa Anita in time to get a large bet down on the 4th race. I cracked a tall boy and was sipping away, enjoying some tunes and fantasizing about all the winnings I would soon be enjoying, when all of a sudden, red lights fill my rear view mirror. Fuck! I down the Tall Boy and chuck it in the back seat area, and when the CHP officer asks me why I was driving like James Rockford, I laughed and told him I was desperately trying to make the 4th at SA. He laughed and asked when post time was, and I told him 405PM, and he said, you aren't going to make that now, but "I'll let you off with a warning, but drive safely speeding again." I took off and pushed down the accelerator again, burning trail to the track. I made the race, but wished I didn't. Poolside Pete took a shit on me and finished 4th, and I had the fucker keyed in an exacta and a trifecta. Without Pete, I was fucked. So I bought 2 Heinekens and started pounding hard..soon I was betting the chariot races from Jersey on simulcast..did ok, and broke even. Sorry to ramble.