Dear 392 Challenger,
10-03-2012, 11:32 AM
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Dear 392 Challenger, When I saw you driving like a jerk earlier today I was pretty excited that you might want to race. Seeing as though you drive Dodge's premier, top of the line muscle car (muscles you were very obviously trying to flex to the near by corollas and civics) I figured you would be down to line up.
When you wouldn't even look at me after a few throttle blips I started to get discouraged... But I held on to hope as a wide open highway lay in front of us. However, after pacing you for about a mile I gave up. I wouldn't normally stay by someone that long, but you were asking for it. All that muscle flexing from before still had me rock hard.
What happened next really confused me, though. I gave up, got in front of you and shifted into OD... it was clear that you were all flexed out as you weren't even looking at me. But then you punched it and whipped into the left lane? Why? I had just paced you for a mile... now you want to take a 3 second head start? Obviously I was going to hit it too, but now you just took a biblically huge jump on a 6 cylinder FWD buick...
So this letter to you is an apology. I'm sorry you have a small *****, I really am. Your wife must be extremely unsatisfied. It has got to hurt that no matter how much you flex those muscles, your dick still comes up short. I hope that you can find some happiness in life, we all deserve to be happy. As a start to your new happy life, I'd suggest stop acting like an *******.
Sincerely yours,
-Buick Regal
PS: That stinging sensation you felt after I blew your doors off, regardless of that huge jump you took on me, will go away in a few days. Put some ice on it and take two Advil, you'll be okay.
When you wouldn't even look at me after a few throttle blips I started to get discouraged... But I held on to hope as a wide open highway lay in front of us. However, after pacing you for about a mile I gave up. I wouldn't normally stay by someone that long, but you were asking for it. All that muscle flexing from before still had me rock hard.
What happened next really confused me, though. I gave up, got in front of you and shifted into OD... it was clear that you were all flexed out as you weren't even looking at me. But then you punched it and whipped into the left lane? Why? I had just paced you for a mile... now you want to take a 3 second head start? Obviously I was going to hit it too, but now you just took a biblically huge jump on a 6 cylinder FWD buick...
So this letter to you is an apology. I'm sorry you have a small *****, I really am. Your wife must be extremely unsatisfied. It has got to hurt that no matter how much you flex those muscles, your dick still comes up short. I hope that you can find some happiness in life, we all deserve to be happy. As a start to your new happy life, I'd suggest stop acting like an *******.
Sincerely yours,
-Buick Regal
PS: That stinging sensation you felt after I blew your doors off, regardless of that huge jump you took on me, will go away in a few days. Put some ice on it and take two Advil, you'll be okay.
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10-03-2012, 06:19 PM
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When I saw you driving like a jerk earlier today I was pretty excited that you might want to race. Seeing as though you drive Dodge's premier, top of the line muscle car (muscles you were very obviously trying to flex to the near by corollas and civics) I figured you would be down to line up.
When you wouldn't even look at me after a few throttle blips I started to get discouraged... But I held on to hope as a wide open highway lay in front of us. However, after pacing you for about a mile I gave up. I wouldn't normally stay by someone that long, but you were asking for it. All that muscle flexing from before still had me rock hard.
What happened next really confused me, though. I gave up, got in front of you and shifted into OD... it was clear that you were all flexed out as you weren't even looking at me. But then you punched it and whipped into the left lane? Why? I had just paced you for a mile... now you want to take a 3 second head start? Obviously I was going to hit it too, but now you just took a biblically huge jump on a 6 cylinder FWD buick...
So this letter to you is an apology. I'm sorry you have a small *****, I really am. Your wife must be extremely unsatisfied. It has got to hurt that no matter how much you flex those muscles, your dick still comes up short. I hope that you can find some happiness in life, we all deserve to be happy. As a start to your new happy life, I'd suggest stop acting like an *******.
Sincerely yours,
-Buick Regal
PS: That stinging sensation you felt after I blew your doors off, regardless of that huge jump you took on me, will go away in a few days. Put some ice on it and take two Advil, you'll be okay.
When you wouldn't even look at me after a few throttle blips I started to get discouraged... But I held on to hope as a wide open highway lay in front of us. However, after pacing you for about a mile I gave up. I wouldn't normally stay by someone that long, but you were asking for it. All that muscle flexing from before still had me rock hard.
What happened next really confused me, though. I gave up, got in front of you and shifted into OD... it was clear that you were all flexed out as you weren't even looking at me. But then you punched it and whipped into the left lane? Why? I had just paced you for a mile... now you want to take a 3 second head start? Obviously I was going to hit it too, but now you just took a biblically huge jump on a 6 cylinder FWD buick...
So this letter to you is an apology. I'm sorry you have a small *****, I really am. Your wife must be extremely unsatisfied. It has got to hurt that no matter how much you flex those muscles, your dick still comes up short. I hope that you can find some happiness in life, we all deserve to be happy. As a start to your new happy life, I'd suggest stop acting like an *******.
Sincerely yours,
-Buick Regal
PS: That stinging sensation you felt after I blew your doors off, regardless of that huge jump you took on me, will go away in a few days. Put some ice on it and take two Advil, you'll be okay.
10-03-2012, 07:35 PM
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Good story! What are the mods in your car OP? A S/C 3800 Buick stock wouldn't be able to do that.
Kind of ironic that the guys on the streets with the coolest and hottest new cars don't know jack about a quick street run. I'll race almost anyone once, to put them in their place or have me get put in mine, just so we know where we stand. But showing off and not being able to back it up is a real wood killer.
Kind of ironic that the guys on the streets with the coolest and hottest new cars don't know jack about a quick street run. I'll race almost anyone once, to put them in their place or have me get put in mine, just so we know where we stand. But showing off and not being able to back it up is a real wood killer.
