Esoteric Chat

I fucking love my 1996 Honda Accord with the brake lines cut and the suspension lowered to the ground. Nothing slows me the fuck down except the grinding of the pavement on the plastic exterior of my super duper car and the fucker breaking down. Cops can't stop me because I CANT STOP ME. I'm unstoppable, the speed is fast, and the wind is cool. That's right, windows down, windshield shattered. Nothing like the wind in your face going 80 mph in a school zone. And you know my car sound like an amplified golf cart because I fucking have no muffler. There's a sonic boom whenever I drive by, and ALL my headlights are out because I'm faster than the speed of light motherfucker. Your ass will never be as cool as me in your shitty fucking catfish SUV that flips like a COCK. My car doesn't flip because it's a perfect square after being in 47 accidents–and counting nigga.