now that the weather is nicer, i have noticed a lot of people at parks or parking lots showing off their cool looking cars or motorcycles.
what is the rule for being involved in these crowds? do you have to know the people there, does your ride have to have some sort of neon flame on the side, or do you have to have a hot chick on the back of the motorcycle? well i figure they don't own the park or the parking lot, so i'm just as entitled to be involved, so today i found one of those gatherings, pulled on in, and parked right next to a really tough looking mustang. i got out all smooth, popped my hood and then leaned on the side of my ford tempo with my arms crossed.
there was a lot a mixed emotions from the others. some laughed , but most were just pissed because they thought i was mocking them or something.
they came over with their blades and their chains ready to teach me some manners, but that's when i pressed the magic button on my keychain.
all they heard was a loud "now hold up cats and kittens."
and they all stopped in their tracks because no one knew who said that. their apparent leader (the one with the brightest leather jacket and spikiest hair) demanded to know who said that.
he meant business and knew that i was in on it, so he approached me with his sword. i remained calm, which angered him. he said that i had till three to tell him who said that.
"1, 2....." his sword moved to my neck before he was interrupted.
"now i wouldn't do that if i were you bobalou."
he turned and is shocked to find out that my tempo was the one who's talking. the hood was moving up in down like a mouth. my car continued, "we don't want no guff, we just came to hang ear muff."
my tempo then went in to an upbeat song about everyone belonging and everyone being cool in their own way. by the second verse everyone is dancing in a choreographed way and eventually even the leader of the gang begins to sing, which is like a big deal because he has always been such a jerk. he sang,
"i now see the error in my ways,
i accept everyone including the gays.
no more being mean or bossing others
from here on out we listen to our muthers."
they finish the song with a held note and a happy pose and everyone claps and applauds.
then my tempo eats the leader and the other members. some get away, but for the most part my car devours the majority of the gang. there was blood, and chunks of flesh with crappy tattoos everywhere. apparently my tempo felt that the message wasn't fully driven home.
excuse the pun and this blog.