[MattR]

Originally Posted by JC

Knowing that you owned a Mustang at the time, I think we can piece together the evening...

So there you were at the tittie bar/barber shop getting your mullet trimmed. Once you ran out of food stamps for the strippers, you decided to head home. You stopped by the gun shop/bait shop/liquor store to pick up a couple of six packs and a forty, one sixer for the drive home and the forty to pour out for number 3. With a few beers under your belt, you used your sweet racing skills to smoke a bitchin' IROC on the way back to the trailer park. He insists that he will get you next time with the added weight reduction when his 400lb 14 year old cousin sitting shotgun has his 3rd kid. Anyway, once you get back to your double wide to your computer room/outhouse you turn on your new 486, that you got in exchange for letting your neighbor's book learned kid see your sisters titties. Wanting to check out a little porn-oh, you tried to think back to 8th grade last year and remember how to spell sex. After getting pissed trying secks, seks, secs, in your drunken stupor you finally typed seccs and got here. Then finally you got so drunk you passed out dreaming that some day dale earnhart jr. would come take you away. Obviously I wasn't there, but I figure more or less.

JC

OMG! That is the worst thing I've ever read...damn that's funny though.

/pours one out for 3...