[menendez1293]

Originally Posted by warnke0315

Victoriaaaa.
I know you're gonna be able to feel me on this.

So the other night, I went on a date. The guy wanted to take my car instead of his truck, which is fine, he didn't even ask to drive so kudos for him there. Minus those brownie points since he then admitted he can't drive a 6 speed.

Then, you know, whatever. Go eat, go watch a movie, then we're headed back. I passed a mustang. **Didn't even intend to. He was just put-putting along in the other lane behind a big truck and I mean if you wanna put along 5 under the speed limit that's fine but I'm gonna go the speed limit or five over. I got places to be, gyms to hit, and streets to run after the date.** So I went around them.

and then end up at the red light, and yee ole mustang pulls up beside me.
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I didn't mean to look over, I really didn't. But Caleb was talking and I glanced to my right and then Mustang boy was staring. And I mean, I can't turn down a challenge like that.
So okay.
Caleb is still talking about idfk what.
light changes.

We gone.
I feel for everyone behind the mustang and I who lost hearing for a little while.

I beat said little cherry red mustang, obviously, but glance over and Caleb is like petrified in the passenger seat.
Clawing at my leather seats.

No.
No, no.
No.

So moral of the story:
A. if you can't handle that I conceal carry, everywhere, move along.
B. if you can't handle that I can't turn down a challenge from a mustang, move along.
C. if you can't handle that my leather seats are important, and that my gym schedule is more important than you, move along.

If all 3 of those apply, I hope you find your balls one day.

Sounds like the salesman when I took the z/28 for a test drive. He was a little nervous when the car was a little sideways in first and also when I hit the top of third.

Now I want a V8 camaro again.

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