So I was driving home from work about 2 weeks ago when I came upon another Camaro on the freeway. As I neared it I noticed it was a 98+ Z28. Black with t-tops. A beautiful car....or not. I could see sparks flying from underneath the body. The tail pipe was dragging horribly on the concrete. I got up next to the car and honked a few times and made a pointing motion towards the offending pipe. And then I was heartbroken. The driver was in her mid twenties, eyebrows and nose pierced, a real piece of white trash. She rolled down her window threw her cigarette at me then flipped me off. I decided to move past and proceed on my way home. When I looked in the rear mirror I noticed that the front of the car was dinged up and the paint was flaking, and to top it off one of the headlights was out.
It's just not effing fair.
Why does this trashy girl get to abuse a beautiful car like that and I get stuck with loving my 3.4?
ugh. so frustrating.
It's just not effing fair.
Why does this trashy girl get to abuse a beautiful car like that and I get stuck with loving my 3.4?
ugh. so frustrating.
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