So tonight we all went out to a bachleor party with my oldest brother (of 5 total of us) and we went to this place called Speed Zone where you had arcade games and raced things ranging from go karts to the hot rods. Well I was on one race when this punk kid smacked into me and caused me to spin out and I spent like 90 seconds stuck. Finally after getting free, he wiped my brother out then me out again then another guy out then he finally got stuck.
After the race, where I spent a combined total of like 2 minutes racing, I had the kid and his entire party thrown out of the place just for his actions alone. He was specifically targeting people to cause them to wipe out, and on this particular track, once you wiped out, you pretty much could NOT move unless helped. So I got a free race for me and my brothers. We went to another track.
I promptly owned everyone.
See this track has better traction, it was more slippery and easier to drive on. I lapped almost everyone on the track, and was just driving like I was playing Grand Turismo 4. No one could figure out how I was able to take such control of my car and make these turns and not wipe out. I simply knew when to throw the brakes on and go.
Finally as we left, I whispered to the only UNMARRIED brother that when he is getting married, I am in control of the party. I already told my friends that when I'm finally getting married, which won't be like 8 more years, that I want them to do the bachleor party.
It'll be a thing of legend.
After the race, where I spent a combined total of like 2 minutes racing, I had the kid and his entire party thrown out of the place just for his actions alone. He was specifically targeting people to cause them to wipe out, and on this particular track, once you wiped out, you pretty much could NOT move unless helped. So I got a free race for me and my brothers. We went to another track.
I promptly owned everyone.
See this track has better traction, it was more slippery and easier to drive on. I lapped almost everyone on the track, and was just driving like I was playing Grand Turismo 4. No one could figure out how I was able to take such control of my car and make these turns and not wipe out. I simply knew when to throw the brakes on and go.
Finally as we left, I whispered to the only UNMARRIED brother that when he is getting married, I am in control of the party. I already told my friends that when I'm finally getting married, which won't be like 8 more years, that I want them to do the bachleor party.
It'll be a thing of legend.
I can't think of anything to put here right now.