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First Grade Crush ... Some Kind Of Chase |
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Our waitress was kind of rad. There's not enough for a tip, and that's
kind of sad. But that was the last thing on our minds, we were going to
get our asses kicked any time. Or so the four of us thought due to Chuck
and Randy's parting shot. "Redneck" on the hood of pickup number
one, it was only natural to have ourselves some fun. "See ya' later
there, Redneck," was what Randy said. And he replied, "What'd
you say?" in a fighting stance. "Yeehaw motherfucker!"
were the words sounded from our car, and we tore out of there with 8 pickups
on the chase. Out on the open road, speeds exceeding one hundred, twelve
miles covered, Ramones on the radio...Breathing so hard we're fogging
up the glass, Ryan's got a plan that will loose em fast/They cut us off
at the pass. Music's so loud making out ears bleed. Adrenaline's so high
that we can't see/ those damn CB's...Low on gas, short on nerves, the
chase ended at the police station. We talked out way to safety. We ended
up at Casey's, but so did they, and guess who was with them...Our waitress,
and we still didn't have her tip |
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