Capt. Insaino
12-26-2003, 08:33 PM
I decided to drive down to Florida in my car factory equipped with Gods engine AKA LS1. The trip was uneventful.
I arrived in a place called Ocala where I was greeted by a mass of people who worshipped LS1 cars. Yes I was a hero. I was overwhelmed by the natives, especially the fathers who tried to offer me their daughters hand in marriage. I declined, but I did accept the key to the city. How can you not accept such a gracious gift?
After a brief walk through the city, I was treated with food prepared by the natives of Ocala. I was then asked for a speech by all the fine people. The reason? Maybe it was because of the bling in my teeth? Maybe its my ability to lip-sync "Come one Ilene" by Dexie's Midnight runners? My uncanny ability to stay fluffy AND save the world? Nope. The reason was simple. I own a LS1.
I felt as if I were in debt to the fine people of Ocala for their hospitality, so I spent a few hours helping little old ladies cross the street, capping the ass's of crack dealers with my police issued Glock .45, and then top it off with a few TV endorsements for the local businesses.
Finally it was time for some relaxation.
I walked out to my LS1 equipped Z28, and notice the natives had adorned it with flowers, and phone numbers of some of the females of Ocala. After I finished cussing, I cleared all the phone numbers, and flowers off my car, and fired it up. The nitrous was full, and bottle pressure was sufficient. It was time to go hunting.
As I fired it up, I looked to the West, and seen a Red LT1 car. Trans Am or maybe even a Firehawk. The prey was an easy one, and the kill would be swift, and tragic to it's owner.
As I approached the inferior LT1 car, I noticed a female was driving it. I would have to assume it is an automatic car. As she looked over to her left, I was overwhelmed by the pungent smell of fear emitting from cockpit of the female's LT1 car.
Before the light turned green, I decided I would not need nitrous on this occasion. As the light was about to turn green I could hear the female try to get the RPM's up. The light turned green, and 12 car lengths later, I was victorious. The local law enforcment of Ocala witnessed the scene (see complete and total domination), and decided against a pursuit for a couple reasons. Number one, I have a LS1 car, and number two, professional courtesy.
I decided to call it a day in Ocala Florida, and drive back home to Shizzleville Indiana, and drink down a few brewhahas.
And thats the truth... more or less.....
-Benny :cool:
I arrived in a place called Ocala where I was greeted by a mass of people who worshipped LS1 cars. Yes I was a hero. I was overwhelmed by the natives, especially the fathers who tried to offer me their daughters hand in marriage. I declined, but I did accept the key to the city. How can you not accept such a gracious gift?
After a brief walk through the city, I was treated with food prepared by the natives of Ocala. I was then asked for a speech by all the fine people. The reason? Maybe it was because of the bling in my teeth? Maybe its my ability to lip-sync "Come one Ilene" by Dexie's Midnight runners? My uncanny ability to stay fluffy AND save the world? Nope. The reason was simple. I own a LS1.
I felt as if I were in debt to the fine people of Ocala for their hospitality, so I spent a few hours helping little old ladies cross the street, capping the ass's of crack dealers with my police issued Glock .45, and then top it off with a few TV endorsements for the local businesses.
Finally it was time for some relaxation.
I walked out to my LS1 equipped Z28, and notice the natives had adorned it with flowers, and phone numbers of some of the females of Ocala. After I finished cussing, I cleared all the phone numbers, and flowers off my car, and fired it up. The nitrous was full, and bottle pressure was sufficient. It was time to go hunting.
As I fired it up, I looked to the West, and seen a Red LT1 car. Trans Am or maybe even a Firehawk. The prey was an easy one, and the kill would be swift, and tragic to it's owner.
As I approached the inferior LT1 car, I noticed a female was driving it. I would have to assume it is an automatic car. As she looked over to her left, I was overwhelmed by the pungent smell of fear emitting from cockpit of the female's LT1 car.
Before the light turned green, I decided I would not need nitrous on this occasion. As the light was about to turn green I could hear the female try to get the RPM's up. The light turned green, and 12 car lengths later, I was victorious. The local law enforcment of Ocala witnessed the scene (see complete and total domination), and decided against a pursuit for a couple reasons. Number one, I have a LS1 car, and number two, professional courtesy.
I decided to call it a day in Ocala Florida, and drive back home to Shizzleville Indiana, and drink down a few brewhahas.
And thats the truth... more or less.....
-Benny :cool: