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has added a new journalTwas the night before Christmas and out on the street,
Nothing was moving not even a jeep.
All was still with nothing in sight
And then what to my wondering eye did I see,
But a Mustang SVT alone at the light.
The moonlight glistened off my wing, oh so gay.
My import was ready to show him the way.
I had NOS and a Turbo on my tiny motor,
I would beat that stang with it?s twin screw supercharger.
I pulled along side and revved up with a fart and
Pointed to the wing on my gay shopping cart.
The light turned green, I was off like a jolt.
While the SVT filled the night sky with smoke.
I called to my Honda four pistons on Basher, on
Crasher, on Smasher and the one knocking,
Onward faster let?s finish this slaughtering. The
Engine did rev, I was moving with action, but just
at that moment the mustang caught traction. With a
grin on his face and an evil look in his eyes, like a
shot from a 50 cal rifle that SVT went by. He
Blew by so fast he spun me round twice. I knew at
that moment I was freshly fried rice. He held
up one finger as he drove into the night, all I say
was dimming taillights. But I heard him exclaim
as he roared out of sight, ?You stupid ricer, you can?t
beat Blue Oval dynamite.
Merry Christmas, I?ll meet ya?ll at the track.
Selvin
