chunky
01-27-2005, 12:25 AM
not really a kill story, but really funny.
ok, so me and my buddy jimmy are in his turbo MR2 going out to our local hangout/race spot going like 130 on the highway driving like jackasses. and we pass a cop going at least 130 maybe more, he pulles out and starts to follow us and i'm like fuck dude, your so screwed. he's like no way, there's no way they got my plates, and i'm way to far ahead, so as we keep going the lights fade away and we get off the highwaay and get to the spot and park. he starts telling everyone about the cops when all the sudden 2 squad cars come flying around the corner and flip on the spot lights, the roll down a line of cars and stop right in front of his MR2, he hands me his cigs (he's 17) and walks over to his car, by now the cops are out and have there cuffs all ready to take sombody back with them.
pig: who's car is this?
jim: mine, is there a problem?
pig: yeah, we clocked this car going well over 120 and you ran from the cops.
jim: you must be mistaken, i've been here for almost an hour.
pig: well all you honda kids all hang out here and i don't see any other red cars with white rims
jim: dude, you can feel my hod, i garuntee it's cold as ice, not if i had just been going over 100 the hood would be hot, or at least warm.
*cop walks up and puts his hand on the front of the car*
pig: *looks at other pig* he's wright, it's cold.
pig2: well we better not get any calls about you kids racing again.
jim: ok, bye bye now.
now, for all you slow kids, where is the motor in a MR2?
it was also funny that the cops didn't pay any attention to the saleen mustang that had just done a HUGE burnout and smelled very strongly of race gas and melted toyo
ok, so me and my buddy jimmy are in his turbo MR2 going out to our local hangout/race spot going like 130 on the highway driving like jackasses. and we pass a cop going at least 130 maybe more, he pulles out and starts to follow us and i'm like fuck dude, your so screwed. he's like no way, there's no way they got my plates, and i'm way to far ahead, so as we keep going the lights fade away and we get off the highwaay and get to the spot and park. he starts telling everyone about the cops when all the sudden 2 squad cars come flying around the corner and flip on the spot lights, the roll down a line of cars and stop right in front of his MR2, he hands me his cigs (he's 17) and walks over to his car, by now the cops are out and have there cuffs all ready to take sombody back with them.
pig: who's car is this?
jim: mine, is there a problem?
pig: yeah, we clocked this car going well over 120 and you ran from the cops.
jim: you must be mistaken, i've been here for almost an hour.
pig: well all you honda kids all hang out here and i don't see any other red cars with white rims
jim: dude, you can feel my hod, i garuntee it's cold as ice, not if i had just been going over 100 the hood would be hot, or at least warm.
*cop walks up and puts his hand on the front of the car*
pig: *looks at other pig* he's wright, it's cold.
pig2: well we better not get any calls about you kids racing again.
jim: ok, bye bye now.
now, for all you slow kids, where is the motor in a MR2?
it was also funny that the cops didn't pay any attention to the saleen mustang that had just done a HUGE burnout and smelled very strongly of race gas and melted toyo