conversation as follows

Him: Yo, you race that thing?
Me: No.
Him: Why not?
Me: I dunno.
Him: What you got done to it?(My civic)
Me: Nothing really.
Him: I'll race you for pinks.
Me: Nah, that's alright.
Him: You sure?
Me: Positive.

Then I start pumping my gas and he blasts DMX. I ignore him and then he starts reving his engine. I get in my car and leave.

I just don't get it. If he's serious, he's a dumbass. If he was fucking with me, he drives a damn stock Grand Prix. Heh, teenagers.

 

I dont know you're car, but i bet he would have won.
but wow, what a dumbass

 

Eh, who knows I've never raced a 95ish Grand Prix.

 

Nevermind it wasn't even a Grand Prix. It's a 95 era four door with like 3 sidemoldings on the doors going the length of the car.

 

still a dumbass

 

Now I can't think of what car it is. It's pretty fuckin' common and rather cheap. It's going to bug me forever.

 

lol @ race for pinks. this aint tv.

 

I'm not even up to par on what a pink is. It's the title for the car right? I keep my title in my mom's safe along with the deed to our property, cars, and home.

 

Yeah, I guess it is pink in some states?

 

Mine looks like an actual certificate with a seal and some signatures.