 Here is the strangest story of all...
When I took driver education in 10th grade, I had to ride in a car with two boys. Their names were Jakob and G.G. Jakob can do the splits, and he would brag about this on a regular basis and G.G. had never driven before. When we got on the Interstate, G.G. went 35 miles per hour. The teacher told me to go 80, so I did. Then he instructed Jakob to go off down this dirt road which just stopped in a field. Next thing we knew, we were off roading in a Buick LeSabre. After we fucked up the underside of the car a good deal, we went back to school. One day later, our teacher had us drive him to his house so he could get some snacks from his pantry. Then we went to McDonalds and to the lake. DURING CLASS! It was fun. I fed fries to the ducks. On yet another day, right after G.G. pulled out of our school parking lot, he drove over the median taking out a gravestone that someone had placed there for someone who died in an accident. Then he continued along the median taking out various shrubs. The teacher grabbed the wheel and instructed G.G. to switch seats with me and for me to take us immediately back to school. As I pulled up to the school, my friends saw me and waved. Then they began to laugh. G.G. had gotten a bush stuck on the front bumper of the car. He saved it as a momento. As of now, G.G. has totalled no less than five cars. He pays out the ass for insurance, and he spends most of his time at the mall. I haven't seen Jakob in over a year and a half.
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