kill stories

It was a cool fall afternoon last year. I was inside the local gas station paying my bill when one of my old customers (used to be a salesman for napa) tapped me on the sholder. Check out my new ride he sais. It was a brand new chrysler 300C. He started talking all this trash about how it wasn't the 5.7 it was the 6.1 and my dart couldn't touch it. I told him the spot where we could run em and he met me out there.
I beat him by 4 car lengths. He pulled up to me and asked how much hp I had. I gave him a number. Later on that day I came up with so many better come backs. oh well the look on his face was priceless!

The next day he came in to the shop and was telling everyone that his throttle isn't right and it doesn't activate right away (electric throttle?)
excuses excuses hahaha
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgSw24LK9vs