Was out and about in Dallas to see a couple friends and on the way to get some suds and I come to a light off of 75 and I am in the far right lane and needed to get back on the highway. Well, there is a new Jetta to my left and the light drops. The Jetta must have been trying to race me or something because he took off like a bat out of hell. Seeing how this would disrupt me getting back on the highway (took the wrong exit), I punch it and bang 'em through 4 real quick and get on the highway, leaving the Jetta to have even lower ego emissions. Well the C3 must have been on the left of the Jetta at the light because I didn't see him there and now he is on my ***. We get on the highway and he gets next to me and he takes off and waves "goodbye" to me. Hell no. I find third (doing about 65) and proceed to walk the ever living **** out of them. I slow down as to not miss my exit. They then haul *** and are weaving in and out of traffic as I am exiting.
Well I took the wrong exit, again. I stayed on the side street and came to the street I needed to turn on and guess who I creep up on at the light.

Those guys were talking to each other and had no idea I was right behind them so I threw them a 5k rev and they both stopped talking and kinda looked forward like, "Oh ****." I then followed behind them on my way to get beer for a block until they turned off, tried to give a thumbs up, but rich kids don't do that. I would have played some more, but I wanted to get to drinking,

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