for fuck sakes, hit the gas...
we knew all along we were beyond the condecending gravity that bounded others, we always knew we weren't gonna be normal. normal wasn't even in our dictionary, we had to work around it just to blend in.
i was just talking to Wai Keong, and you know what, i realized we loved to fuck up. way back when we were supposed to be flying with A's, we prefered to go home with F's. why? i have no fucking idea. we knew we were good. we knew we could have aced the test, we knew we could have blown the fat bitch away, with the way we write. we knew all along but, but yet, we just couldn't give a rats ass.
the thing that really pisses me off right now, is that everytime we fucked up, (either we were fucking genius' or we couldn't give a rats ass as always) everytime we fucked up, we just gave enough, if not always, just merely gave enough room for correction. everytime we took that banked corner, we knew we had to hit it a 300km/h but knowing us, and the Jacque Villenueve driving style we've all grown to love, we'll always had a little oversteer, so we we're always taking that corner at 299km/h, just enough to go crashing into turn 13 head on but enough to pick our remains up and live to drive another race...
thats my one regret, if i ever go back in time, i'm taking that corner at 310km/h, hold nothing back and for once end this cycle of painful resurections, we've come to get an addiction to; 'its okay to die a couple of times in one life time...'. oh yeah, and one more thing, if i ever go back in time, i'm definetely fucking that tall bootylicious brunette, married or not. i'm hitting the gas on that babes' test drive as well. oh god, she still haunts my dreams at night, rubbing her round booty on my face...
okay, i need to be alone again (where's the kleenex), later...
i was just talking to Wai Keong, and you know what, i realized we loved to fuck up. way back when we were supposed to be flying with A's, we prefered to go home with F's. why? i have no fucking idea. we knew we were good. we knew we could have aced the test, we knew we could have blown the fat bitch away, with the way we write. we knew all along but, but yet, we just couldn't give a rats ass.
the thing that really pisses me off right now, is that everytime we fucked up, (either we were fucking genius' or we couldn't give a rats ass as always) everytime we fucked up, we just gave enough, if not always, just merely gave enough room for correction. everytime we took that banked corner, we knew we had to hit it a 300km/h but knowing us, and the Jacque Villenueve driving style we've all grown to love, we'll always had a little oversteer, so we we're always taking that corner at 299km/h, just enough to go crashing into turn 13 head on but enough to pick our remains up and live to drive another race...
thats my one regret, if i ever go back in time, i'm taking that corner at 310km/h, hold nothing back and for once end this cycle of painful resurections, we've come to get an addiction to; 'its okay to die a couple of times in one life time...'. oh yeah, and one more thing, if i ever go back in time, i'm definetely fucking that tall bootylicious brunette, married or not. i'm hitting the gas on that babes' test drive as well. oh god, she still haunts my dreams at night, rubbing her round booty on my face...
okay, i need to be alone again (where's the kleenex), later...
posted by Unknown at 04:39
2 Comments:
you were hit on by a tall bootylicious brunette and you didn't take it ? haha , what's wrong with you ? she married ?
yeah she's married with 3 kids, and her husband and i are close. but dayymn she is hot...
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