Today, I learned to never blast classic rock with your convertible's top down while passing an SUV full of gangbanger wanna-bes. That is, of course, unless you want your immaculate, newly detailed leather seats to be decorated with pretty brown and white milkshake stains. FML
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Halloween
A failed costume, stolen candy and a very real scare: Halloween, the one night when fear is allowed.
Today, I made fun of a girl singing passionately along to a song on her radio while in traffic next to me. She decided that her chocolate milkshake would make a good addition to my brand new seat covers. FML
Today, I gave my new boss a ride, since his car died. I probably should have checked the music before I started the car; I'm not sure hearing "Grandpa pissed his pants again…" as the opener to a song made a good impression on him. FML
Today, I was stoked to show my new car to my friends that I pulled into the parking lot a bit too fast, attempting to look cool. I accidentally hit the curb and ended up scratching the entire front bumper on a trash can that I didn't see. Now I have a busted up bumper, and my friends will probably never let me forget it. FML
Today, I purchased a new car. On the drive home, gusts of wind blew up debris and pebbles and caused little chips in the paint and small chips on the windshield. FML
Today, I was in my car and stopped at a red light. A homeless woman then started to throw rocks at my car for no apparent reason. I drive a convertible. FML
Today, I got caught singing '80s hair metal love ballads to myself in the car by the object of my affection. FML
Today, I learned that if you're going to light a bottle rocket and throw it out the window of a car, you should roll the window down before you light the bottle rocket. FML
Today, while I was reluctantly driving to work on a Sunday, some guy in a shiny Audi threw a plastic root beer bottle full of urine at my old Toyota. He didn’t even bother to put on the cap on, like a gentleman would. FML
Today, I drove my two kids to their friends' houses. In my convertible, looking what I though was my best, I slowed down outside a bar with cute 20 year old girls in front. My daughter noticed the speed reduction and said, "Keep driving dad, you're fat and mom left you for a reason." FML
Today, I was hanging in the street with the boys, listening to some jams on my car's new speaker system. Some asshole from the apartments above me threw a bag of trash at my car. Direct hit. FML
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Aelaena 6
Wow assholes. I hate people like that, I hope you got a license yet that probably wouldn't do much.
zmiddz 0
Gangbangers drink milkshakes?
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FukTheWorld 0
How do you know they were gangbangers? I didn't know gangbangers drink milkshake.... your definition of gangbangers must be movie base...
Gotz_No_Love 1
for some reason, when i read "gangbanger wannabes," i instantly thought white. that sucks for you though. people have no respect to others just because what music they listen to.
interruptive_cow 0
As someone who loooooves to carjam to really loud music (usually rap or pop though), I feel your pain. However, I do it with the windows and top UP.
IamSpartacus 0
So after that they, you let them pass you and pretend like you are going somewhere else, then speed up and fishtail their car. Problem solved.
Madman85 0
You should have thrown it back. Playing loud music may be disrespectful but a ilkshake attack is now way to deal with it. If I were you, Id do something about it.
7_______7_______ 0
******* punks! But what, exactly were you listening to. Because there's the "classic" rock that my dad listens to, and then there's the truly classic rock that transcends generations. I'm talking Who's Next and Boston here.
Rauron 0
YDI for blasting music out of open windows
jplumbob 4
Fake the pic is in too many posts.
icomment 0
Rap sucks a$$.
icomment 0
Rap sucks a$$.