Me and my brother were out cruisin in his Lincoln Town Car on Sunday and came across a ricer wanabe a.k.a. white boy. We were on the Highway and they pulled up to us like they just got done eating a vat of chille. They farted and gave us look. On green we went, we smoked em' like nothin'. At the next light, the driver opened his door, went to his trunk, fiddled with something then got back in his fartmobile. He farted agian and on the green, we were gone again, we got about 3 car legnths ahead and here come ricer boys, techno blarin and cheering like they have just won the Daytona 500. At the next light it was yellow and they just flew thru it probally using another 2 shots of NoS. My bro and I justdrove home, still trying to figure out the ricer boys identity crisis encounter.
It was so funny!