So i came home today and what is in my fucking driveway?





So what do i do? the only logical thing i can...I ran into the house saying "please let that be dads, please let that be dads". As i scramble to open the door my brother runs into me on his way out. Im like SHIT its Henry's car and so i beg him for a ride ( since there is no way in hell i can drive it if its his) and he tells me this:



"no i have to go to st.pete"
"well later"
" in what car?"
"the 350z"
"thats for my customer which is why im going to st.pete..im just using the bathroom before i go."


what the FUCK ...all dreams crushed