Last year towards the end of school, this kid in my class kept telling me "My CRX is going into the shop for a swap", so im like, eh this kid is kinda crooked, he was behind some of the cars that were broken into here, could be possible that he has that money at his age. Then this summer when i still worked at the dragstrip, he pops up one day, and im like "Hows the rex coming along" and hes like "Good, its going to be out of the shop in a few days", at this point i was starting to have hope for this kid, he never seemed into all the crap that most highschool kids are where i go. I forgot about it untill a few days ago, when he comes up to me as im walking to my car, and im like "Which car is yours?", and he points to this white CRX, with a half shattered primered fiberglass R33 looking front bumper, half held on by duct tape, a huge fart can on the stock exhaust, a gutted interior, and some "bling blaang" elements scattered all over. So im thinking, ugh, at least it puts out?

Me: "What did you swap in, a B16? B18?"
Him: *blank stare*
Me: "Well was it a B series?"
Him: *blank stare looking around* "Its...a...swap"
Me: "I know that, but what did you swap into it?"
Him: "...swap"
Me: " I got that its a swap, what the hell did you swap in?"
Him: "Its........swap"
Me: *walks away shaking head*

 

poor lost soul

 

Send him to Maryland to hang out with the wiggers.

 

thats southeast dc gansta.

 

that made me lol :chuckles:

 

So he didnt really have a swap?

 

plaster uncle ben's minute rice all over his hood. hehe