Jeremy, Ready I’m going spastic: I really don’t need to drink.. or pot.. I think they calmed me down if anything. I always heard if you type in caps it means you are yelling… I don’t yell much in person because I feel if you want to hear what I have to say listen closely. You DO KNOW on a very serious note. I know you like privacy... I think? Know I never would say a negative word that would compromise you to anyone... duh! We both know I only pay attention to the meat, you sexy beast. You know I always thought it was odd I worked in Ob/Gyn and you sold maternity clothes... is that out of choice pt??? You are SO CRAZY. I know you will use my disorder to CONTROL ME… Ben… is that Rhianna playing?? JEREMYYYYYYY JEREMY!!! I AM GOING TO …show more content…
he was a regular, cute guy... drove a B.M.W.. typical what’s up with gays and predacious cars??? I mean Ill take a truck with a push bar... or SUV like yours (more economical) I mean Honda’s are fun... but isn’t that what tiffany drove?? (you obviously have friends at green’s Toyota…too). Anyway, he’s weird… I end up at his house and he’s mean! I am surprised I didn’t piss on his car and kick his mailbox off. So driving home is when I get T-boned in my Honda. That thing... driving drunk isn’t safe much less in a hybrid with 13 horsepower. This jeep PLOWS into me. (I’d just had the car maybe a month!). This guy had basically something off of Jurassic park on the front of his jeep. THANKFULLY it was on the passenger side so its just like a bad crick in the neck. But I really didn’t see him coming so I was pretty limber. He was flying... and there I was trying to take off taking a left turn. So the car was drivable thankfully. We end up in court and its so scary we sit by each other. He was nice, he worked at Time Warner or somewhere in broadcasting. So we have to get there at 8 and we sit there till 11am listing to EVERYTHING from jail, probation, custody, I mean EVERYTHING. We are basically the last ones and its dismissed. So In the elevator I asked him if his jeep was fixed... he said the hood was bent back about an inch… my car... was ALMOST totaled. I forget how much damage but it was up
Gilbert requested that we drive his vehicle back to his residence without towing
I punched him square in the face it may have knocked some sense into him. He said he was very lonely and he apologized. He said I should join his wagon train. So I said as long as he doesn 't kidnap my daughter so he introduced me to three other families that were headed to Oregon as well there was the mingos, the flags, the Collonies, and of course Mr.Seiple. We all thought I was the most
The guy wasn’t going to do it until Mike explained to him that I’m not his kid, and Mike also traded his golf set for this guy to fix his tire. Eventually, we were back on the road headed to my very missed
We saw my sister’s fiancé when we walked into the parking lot. There was a car wash at the event to raise money for the Children’s miracle Network and Hershey Children’s hospital. My mom and I looked over towards the employee car wash and we saw Richard Petty helping the workers wash the cars. I could not believe I was standing only a couple feet away from him. A couple of minutes later, I saw Richard walk in the area where there was food.
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Then, I suddenly realized that the cop was jimmy. He had to have someone else arrest him because jimmy couldn 't do it. I understand why he didn 't arrest him because they were best friends and liked each other. I had to spend a little while in jail.
The person who crashed into you obviously didn 't want to get caught so they decided to run off before the cops came. We 're thinking that the person did it on purpose because you were finding too much information out about them. I would not have been the drug lord because he makes all his followers do all his dirty work for him.” My boss
My thirteen year old car “Stan” is my lifeline. He has almost 180,000 miles and has been in the family longer than I can remember. A few years ago, my dad had planned to sell Stan, but I begged him to let me drive Stan when I turned sixteen. I rely on him daily to get me to and from school and work Without warning, Stan died one night when I pulled into a parking space at Chick-fil-A. The power steering quit and turning the steering wheel took all the strength I could muster.
He basically was screaming the entire time we were on the road. Eventually my brother drove my mom up the wall and she went off the road, but anyways we didn 't get into a wreck.
He said that me doing this won’t solve anything. It’s my turn to drive… and I jumped…hoping to
He lived with friends and family. One Sunday afternoon, my family including Dave was at my grandparents and I helped Dave fix the brakes on his
In order to minimize the problem, he talked me into buying a car. It was beautiful! It was a shiny black 1958 Chevy with a super clean leather interior. It was the 1958 version of the classic "1957 Chevy". While it was an automatic, it
I ran and got a sheet and started waving it around wildly. The chopper saw it and flew towards us. Then it started to fire bullets at us. No, I am just kidding. It landed, and then guys with machine guns hopped out and told us to all get on the ground.
“Yah! Jimin I’m going to be out for a couple hours and the others aren’t coming back for a while, text me if you need anything.” Before responding to his friend Jimin gave me a peck on my cheek and told me to hold on for a few seconds. I couldn’t help it but my cheeks turned into a chrisom red once I full saw whom the boy was when Jimin rolled down his window. He was incredibly handsome and noble, almost divine in a way.
When I took the steering wheel in my hands for the first time I felt unsure if my previous theory would hold true. My father told me to "get a feel" for the gas pedal while it was in park, and I promptly pressed the accelerator to the floor.