Ok im board at work so ill share a little story. On September 1st 2006 I was invited to a party by my bro. The party was in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com

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lace> at some polish girls house.(35miles south of where I stay). Well my boy hypes this party up as some polish euro style party, so I’m like hell yes! We cruse down to the spot and go in. WHAT..15 fine bitches cutting a rug as soon as we walk in. So I poor myself a jack and coke and take a seat on the sofa in the living room/ dance hall. Im chilling with my bro cheezin on all the hot polish ass, and we decide we wanted to blaze some chronic fire. We start asking around to see if anyone has a piece of glass to pack. Well it gets weird cuz I go into a bed room and these people were climbing the <st1

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lace> if you know what I mean. They look up and im like “Its cool I don’t need any of that I just want to smoke this” so I bust out a big fat nug. I get this look for this fat chick and she says” we don’t smoke that ****** shit here!” Im like “what the fuck”. I leave the room and go into the kitchen and hand my boy the nug and tell him to twist it up.
Fast forward about 15 min. Me and my boy are standing out front chieffing, and like 3 chicks walk out. Were posted up on my ride chillin. And the plos ask if they can hit it so we oblige. They start looking at my car asking questions like is it fast(Subaru WRX STI)…LOL. Got ya, “ you want to go for a ride?” Im not even drunk so I say ok lets go. I load the car up with 3 chicks in the back and Chads shotgun. I take it easy cause im in an unfamiliar area but still charging it. Well I get lost and think im in another part of the neighborhood with this sick ass corner I had seen earlier. I decide to give the gals a little thrill so im going to take this corner at like 55mph, usually no problem, but I have an extra say 400lb in the ride. Well to make a long story short I over steered into a parked car on the side of the road. SHIT! Airbags fired, rearview poped off and the hoods crunched. I look around without skipping a beat; if you could have seen the looks on their faces when I was like “lets get the fuck out of here!” My car being a rally car and all it can handle some serious shit. I popped it in reverse and hit the gas. I wheeled out all 4 tires spinning just in time to see the front door open at the house where the car was parked. I droped the chicks off at the party and we got the fuck out of there, but about 10 miles down the road my car starts to overheat so I look over at Chad and tell him to cover his face " Im going to total this bitch i want a truck". I pointed the car at the nearest phone pole and hit the gas. I hit the phone pole at like 50mph and that was it. I called the cops they came with parts to my car from the other accident and were like “ you want to give us the truth?” No problem officer. So I did. This is no shit the Trooper says come sit in my car. I get in the front ( I even went to the back door first like he was taking me in)and the first thing I notice is the pile of shit in his back seet. It looked like a college students car. He says since you told the truth and I don’t want to clean my car out im not taking you to jail. Fuck Yeah I have the worst good luck ever. Hers a pic I got at the body shop today. $17,000 in damage and they could not total it. I should have stayed home and got ripped!