TN_Vixen
Rear Window
- Joined
- Sep 24, 2000
- Posts
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so, I'm on the interstate and driving 70-75 even though the speed limit is only 55 and people are passing me left and right, just flying by... fucking maniacs... then, the next thing I know? I'm all caught up in the momentum, and my foot starts pushing a little bit harder on the gas and wheeee! I'm flying, doing 80, window down, hair whipping all around in the wind and I'm thinking... yeah! I'm a speed demon, it's my birthday, who's the mama, yeehaw.
And I'm not even on drugs, people.
And I'm not even on drugs, people.