SO i went to north carolina....

Well, i’m really tired right now.

The story telling is going to be very minimal.

Black guy drove past my brother and i, eyeballing the whole time.
It was funny. We laughed, but slightly nervous of a the big scary black man that was gamefacing us.
Then he passed us, and suddenly i felt a lot better.

Why?
I found out he’s been tagged a workin’ man…

the end.

:racecard:

That is fucking epic though.

“see this shirt I’m wearin? my grand pappy picked the cotton that made this shirt”

love it. good job on the pic too :tup:

HAHA

And in an Intrepid to boot! (Must not laugh)