I cut it close today when I took my permit test. Barely passed vision. (I have glasses and ket pushing closer to reead the last line that this big:
- "....."
I missed 5 question on my permit test. You can only miss 6.
But, I'm part of the system now. (But there was this hot chick waitin to take her drivin test

) Still don't get to drive the
Stang.
Well, we were going home from dinner and were at this stoplight. (Keep in mind both us and the other car we're second in line) And I kept hearing the sad noise. Like, a squirel that feel asleep on the intake manifold when you start the car in the morning. And I look over to the next car and it was inching forward with some punk ass bobing his head in the back seat. Sad part was, this wasn't a Honda....it was some old beat up, ragged down Lincoln.
What the hell is wrong with my generation!

No respect for my beautiful eye-catching car.