
Originally Posted by
Fred Sanford
WTF do you plan to race me in? You apparently have no car. You swing off the nuts of some dude in your trailer park who managed to move up to the grill at McDonalds and afford a bike. Now you talk shit, but hide behind him.
What will YOU race me in? I don't mean someone elses car or bike...YOUR car or bike shitbrick. I have both cars and a bike, and all will drag your little prepubescent ass up and down any road. Can you even meet up to race? Doesn't mommy have a set curfew of 10pm for you?