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After a day of hangin with our crew, we decided that we were all gonna go commit some michevous acts such as swimmin and runnin around naked. We pulled Jim Bob's truck at the end of a long ass driveway and threw on our shoes and went down it at an up tempo joggin pace. Me and Jim Bob ran into Mr. Truckers yard yellin and bein all naked and poundin on their door and all that. When it was done we booked it back to the truck. Wyatt yelled at us sayin Mr. Trucker was comin. We turned around and saw another truck bombin down this long ass driveway, Mr. Trucker. Jim Bob kicked his truck into reverse and peeled out and took off down the road with the pedal to the floor, Mr. Trucker was right behind us the whole way. Jim Bob hit the breaks and Mr. Trucker flew around us. Jim Bob pulled a shifty 3-point turn on his ass and we took off the in the other direction. Mr. Trucker turned around and hauled ass after us again, his truck had a blower in it so there was no way we were out runnin that. We went at suicidal speeds around some "S" turns and continued our hopeless ecscape from Mr. Trucker. He eventually got us stopped and said he had called the cops on us. We bargained with him sayin that we would wash all his cars if he would stall them and tell the pigs not to worry about it while we went home. The next day we went to wash his cars. Turns out Mr. Trucker never called the cops, he was laughin his head off at us, he turned out to be a really fresh guy. |
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