Me and my wife were out the other night in her car, in the middle lane and the left lane next to us ends up ahead. I hear somebody stomping on the gas pedal, pass us, and cut in at the last second about five or six cars up.
It was a Chevy pick up, loud pipes, with a full Carolina squat.
My wife asked, what’s wrong with the truck? It looks like it’s broken. Is it over loaded? I tell her it’s a Carolina squat, and she says it’s supposed to be like that? It looks stupid. So I said I agree.
Anyway, the guy cuts in and out of traffic through the next few lights, and with all that we end up one minivan behind him at a light.
He’s next to a HEMI Ram, and gives his truck a few hard revs. When the light turned green, the Ram cooked him.
My wife thought it was funny that the “quiet, normal truck” spanked the Mr Hot Rod. She said that guy thought he was hot ****.
I told her you got to be careful about what you thought, because one time, I thought I had to fart, and I ended up shitting myself.
And she thought that was pretty funny.
It was a Chevy pick up, loud pipes, with a full Carolina squat.
My wife asked, what’s wrong with the truck? It looks like it’s broken. Is it over loaded? I tell her it’s a Carolina squat, and she says it’s supposed to be like that? It looks stupid. So I said I agree.
Anyway, the guy cuts in and out of traffic through the next few lights, and with all that we end up one minivan behind him at a light.
He’s next to a HEMI Ram, and gives his truck a few hard revs. When the light turned green, the Ram cooked him.
My wife thought it was funny that the “quiet, normal truck” spanked the Mr Hot Rod. She said that guy thought he was hot ****.
I told her you got to be careful about what you thought, because one time, I thought I had to fart, and I ended up shitting myself.
And she thought that was pretty funny.
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That's knockin' on the 5 ton door 
