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zippo2341 -> 18+GT=THIS (3/22/2008 10:07:15 AM)
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So i was coming home from the bank, the otherday pulled up to the light and noticed a camaro was in front of me. he starts revving it, i answer back, we take off. right around 85mph i go to pass him, as i come out into the other lane my heart drops to see the infamous white ford and black bully bar coming right at us, with the lights already flashing. i pulled over before he even turned around knowing im toast and better just cooperate. cop comes up looking a little angry, gives me the talk, i can barely hand over my info cause im shakin so much, it looks like im doing the mocharana in the car. After the long wait starring out the rear view mirror and the stack of those aweful orange colored papers, i just wanted to die. But it gets better, this all happened in my home township, the one my dad was a police officer in. I have to admit i will never do this sh*t again, cause its not worth it, and seeing those BEN FRANKLINS go flying out of my wallet doesn't make it any better. If you got a story like this, post it id love to read it, but if your just gonna down talk it, and say how immature i was, save it. Im reminded every night at the dinner table. Morale of the story, dont be stupid. JAY
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