Joyride

Bitch deserved to get her car jacked .

That’s all I’m sayin’.

Left her car running while she dashed into the dry-cleaners.

I mean, who does that?

Sweet ride, too.

BMW.

I never snag the new ones since the computers render most ways of jacking obsolete.

Damn things won’t move unless the key is inside, you know?

I heard that you can unlock them with computers now, but if I was rich enough to own a computer I have to be stealin’ no cars.

I was going around ninety when the dog ran out.

Woulda got away but for that damned airbag.

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2 thoughts on “Joyride

  1. Them where the days, when one could leave the engine ticking over… I remember those day very well.

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