I know for a fact there were 6 people, we were all crammed into 2 cars though.

 

i was there from 8 til 845 not much of a meet 6 people in 2 cars i guess noone can afford the gas lol ill give it one more try next week.

 

theres like 2 groups of ppl out there at sonics, that i notice alot

 

Spring Hill + Alcohol + Boredom = Epic LOL's

 

That is a good look for you dsmboost97. You guys need to get out of the hill some time there is a hole lot more then springhill out there.i like hanging with you guys but springhill sucks.so lets think of something diff.

 

^ Point well taken something needs to be done

 

i Would have been at the all we'll drive thing if i had my car.



Thats a big part of why im going to Orlando.

 

At least in Spring Hill your car won't get stolen

 

you can do better then that.

 

At least in Spring Hill your car won't get stolen, and as you are walking to the local PD you won't get abducted by Russian terrorists because they have mistaken you for a drug lord named Pablo. As they are shoving bamboo slivers under your fingernails trying to get the codes you will remember being in Spring Hill, close enough to have fun in Tampa or spend the weekend in Orlando, but just far enough so you don't have to deal with all the crap that comes with a big city. As blood flows from hundreds of tiny razor cuts the Russians will realize that you are not a Mexican drug lord and your name happens to be Victor not Pablo, they will apologize and drop you off at the local PD. The cops will find what appears to be your car but is actually a 2G non turbo eclipse, you will say "that’s not mine" the cops will say "its purple... close enough, fuck you and have a good night". As the PD door closes you will scream "Its not purple!... ITS MAGENTA GRAY PERL!". Choking back the tears you get into your newly acquired 420A powered shit box and start it up. Driving home you pull up next to a 150hp V4 powered EVO at a red light, you both rev at the anticipation of the green. As soon as the light changes you wake up in bed, thinking it was all a dream you walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror. The look on your face changes from relief to horror, blood and gore covers most of you battered body, and for some reason your ass hurts. Sucking up the pain as you wipe the blood away, you say to yourself "I miss Spring Hill"

Is that good enough?