wow.
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what a friggin' day.

my '86 5.0 mustang coupe's engine caught on fire after i pulled up at my fams spot. i dont know the exact reason yet, im no mechanic, but im pretty flabbergasted at the whole situation. my shit went up in smoke/flames while im trying to pull on a blunt in front of my kin's house. im rushing to put flames out while trying not to fuck off my blunt...all while keeping cool in front of the stunned neighbors like its all under control, "dont mind the blinding cloud of smoke people, this is no biggy folks....i am a trained professional". if they would've called the fire department i would've been fucked sideways. why? hmmm, well one, im illegal at this moment and two, my whips totally illegal. luckily, my mustang itself didnt get done too badly. i got some minor paint damage.......but my engine compartment is toast...without the butter i must add.

my car has a new name...."freddy couper", (as in freddy krueger, the burned and disfigured film serial killer with blades for hands...lol).

im pissed, but then im not. its just a car, i can cop a new one (though my bitch was immaculate), word. im just glad im safe from injury...and incarceration.

how bout y'all? does anybody have any fucked up scenario's that popped off recently and caught 'em off gaurd??? hollar back.


...the super hot one, big bad c.s....

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