Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear one.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment there now lol. My brother came and was rushing me to the hospital. We passed a deputy doing about 100mph. The deputy pulled up beside us, I just held my had up, and he signaled, go on boys. Not likely to happen now. He'd probably shoot us for speeding.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear one.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol. My brother came and was rushing me to the hospital. We passed a deputy doing about 100mph. The deputy pulled up beside us, I just held my had up, and he signaled, go on boys. Not likely to happen now. He'd probably shoot us for speeding.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment there now lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear on.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol. My brother came and was rushing me to the hospital. We passed a deputy doing about 100mph. The deputy pulled up beside us, I just held my had up, and he signaled, go on boys. Not likely to happen now. He'd probably shoot us for speeding.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment there now lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear on.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol. My brother came and was rushing me to the hospital. We passed a deputy doing about 100mph. The deputy pulled up beside us, I just held my had up, and he signaled, go on boys.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment there now lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear on.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment there now lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear on.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear on.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear on.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing scratchy voiced woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing scratchy voiced woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends once called me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on my forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing scratchy voiced woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it.

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends once called me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on my forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing scratchy voiced woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it.

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends once called me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on my forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing scratchy voiced woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly their head weigh too much to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it.

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends once called me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on my forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman say, "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing scratchy voiced woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly their head weigh too much to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it.

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends once called me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on my forehead lol.

The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.

I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddy wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman say, "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment lol.

But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing scratchy voiced woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly their head weigh too much to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.

Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it.

And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding.

I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.

You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends once called me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on my forehead lol.

Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.

He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly their head weigh too much to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.

I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.