Soooo… muh sister makes interesting friends. Took me to meet a bunch of’em today.
It all started with a game of Scrabble, then led to eating sushi, followed by getting tattoos (muh sister got a rose cross matching her best friend’s, some dood with us who’s a combat engineer in the army on leave got a pink ribbon with his mom’s name on it
& I of course got a small silhouette of a shorg on my shoulder. %>—<% The tattooist suggested a shoal of barracudas, mabbeh with one giving a big middle finger, but I was leik “hhhmmmmnnnaaahh…”), and then ended with meeting a group of actual street-racers.
They really like Ford Mustangs. (& doing donuts with them at the end of a race, till the road is inscribed over with tire marks)
They meet up in New Orleans east to race with another large clique, of which like eating broken glass and steel nuts, and
choking eachother for the luls, tho they keep that amongst themselves so it’s all gud. I think some of those doods in that other clique are even in the kkk, yet they’re not openly racist, even polite and friendly. They’re just absolutely off their rockers insane, in a disturbing, “keep a few steps back and observe the show they put on”, sorta way.
%They also like
Mick Gordon’s shyt, which I recognized blaring out of one of their cars, which I found rather whimsical.
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