I won on foot.
Yes, serious.
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Was walking to the local strip club. On the way some white skinny kid in a Grand Prix SE started talking trash. I guess he was upset that I was keeping up with him.
We both got stopped at a light, me on the sidewalk, him in the far right lane. I could hear his music pumping and decided to put on a clinic. I knew it was an SE, so I knew I could hold him off for a good 1/4 mile. Light turned, I had zero traction issues and was gone. He eventually caught up to me at the next light and was crying.
I can't blame him.
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