06-05-2004, 04:32 PM
aight looks like this thread might survive so ima tell another
i kno yall jus luv it XD
a late fall night, our beloved random taxi driver of the manhattan roads had gone thru a day of hard work transporting passengers. its been a harsh day, and the profits been gathered, and it was time for home. on the way home, he saw a gurl. the girl had flaming hot red lips, a skimpy dress, the perfect curves, and a mighty fine arse, exacly our driver's type. so he pickes the girl up, and drove. it was a long drive. rom time to time, the driver would look in the mirror to catch glimpses of cleavage, but his mind was distracted. on the highway, he would look back, and sometime the girl would be there, other times she would simply dissapear into thin air. the driver started freaking out, then reminding himself that its been a long day, and that it was a figment of imagination, but then, as the highway stretched, it seemed forever, and the girl started getting bruises everytime he catch a glimpse. the wounds kept getting worse.the driver, hyperventilating now, was freaking out, heartbeats accelerate, palm sweaty, his uniform was stuck to him like it was superglued and that he was a plastic toy. his body stiff, eyes straight forward. the girl's wounds became worse by the second, and then he saw it. the girl's face was covered in a dark reddish sticky substance, her own blood.the driver drove off the highway and to a curb. he opened the door and jumped out, pulling the back door open. he helped the girl climb out, and her breathe was irregular, her thoughts broken, she managed to whisper these words..."Man...Your driving sox!!!"
i kno yall jus luv it XD
a late fall night, our beloved random taxi driver of the manhattan roads had gone thru a day of hard work transporting passengers. its been a harsh day, and the profits been gathered, and it was time for home. on the way home, he saw a gurl. the girl had flaming hot red lips, a skimpy dress, the perfect curves, and a mighty fine arse, exacly our driver's type. so he pickes the girl up, and drove. it was a long drive. rom time to time, the driver would look in the mirror to catch glimpses of cleavage, but his mind was distracted. on the highway, he would look back, and sometime the girl would be there, other times she would simply dissapear into thin air. the driver started freaking out, then reminding himself that its been a long day, and that it was a figment of imagination, but then, as the highway stretched, it seemed forever, and the girl started getting bruises everytime he catch a glimpse. the wounds kept getting worse.the driver, hyperventilating now, was freaking out, heartbeats accelerate, palm sweaty, his uniform was stuck to him like it was superglued and that he was a plastic toy. his body stiff, eyes straight forward. the girl's wounds became worse by the second, and then he saw it. the girl's face was covered in a dark reddish sticky substance, her own blood.the driver drove off the highway and to a curb. he opened the door and jumped out, pulling the back door open. he helped the girl climb out, and her breathe was irregular, her thoughts broken, she managed to whisper these words..."Man...Your driving sox!!!"