I Am A Driving Machine and I Don't Speed For Nobody But Me
Published 9.5.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post
Saturday, on my way back from
Kiddie Hell, I impressed myself, my father (the King of Speeding, Evasion and Reckless Driving) AND my
sister (the Queen of Getting Stopped Even When She Has A Radar Detector) by making
this trek in a hour and a half. That included a stop for gas and clogged traffic because of a local festival.
You may now kiss my... stick shift.
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