Originally posted by caedusrulesall
Alright, story commences!I was at my local Ford dealership for a classic car show. Then I saw in the middle of everything an 80's Toyota Corolla, completely smashed apart and broken. On its side someone had spray-painted in huge letters "JAP-SCRAP".
Weird that the owner of the dealership would let something so possibly offensive sit right in the middle of the classic car show.
Later I went to my local Mitsubishi dealership to look at a used Mustang (I don't care much for import cars), and I saw one of those ramps they put cars on so people from the street can see them. For some reason, the ramp at the Mitsubishi dealership said "Formula Ford/Lincoln" on the side.
Has the Mitsubishi dealership taken something from the Ford dealership? Or are they owned by the same person?
That's my weird story.
that story blows.
it need more gun fights, and death.
Wheres all the action?
so last tuseday....
i ran to the car and jumped in, i was being chased by those who swore to kill me all those years ago.
as i went speeding down the street another car came from out of nowhere, it rammed my car and i got pissed.
after a long a steady game of cat and mouse the bastard finally got in my sights for a clean shot to the left rear tire.
*Bam* just like in slow mo, the bullet fired from the gun spinning wildly toward the other car and with the sound of a very loud pop, the back tire blew and ripped to shreds, tire flying everywhere!
the car, with its tire blown out now losing control, hits a ramp, and just as it fly's off into the air a truck rams my car from behind, still with my gun out the window pow pow pow, the automatic fires shot after shot before i can regain control of myself and of my car, the bullets ripple through the air killing people on the street who didnt have the time to duck, the car still in the air comes closer to the ground, Smash!
the car hits the dirt in front of me and i plow into it, pushing it into people and street lights killing them all and as i come to a stop the truck behind rams my car one last time crumbling it up with me inside.
thats why i'll never be a good writer... because my stories are worse then yours