Nearly Assaulted by a 350Z Owner
I was just finishing putting gas in my baby when a 350Z pulled up next to me. The driver was HUGE with arms as big as my legs! He looked at me and I looked at him. Being a little intimidated, I thought I'd make a friend out of this guy. I said "How's it going?" He turned his head away and ignored me. Arrogant bastard!
Not being one to take insults lying down, I thought a subtle slap in the face might be in order so I said in a loud voice "Is that one of those new MAXIMAS?"
"Its a 350Z, you moron" was his red-faced, tight-lipped reply!
"MORON"?
That did it. I decided that a full fledged attack on his manhood was warranted so I said.....
"It looks like a toad taking a shit!"
I had found the limits of his tolerance. He tried to come bounding out of his squatting toad with full intentions of teaching me a bloody lesson but was a little large to make it out on first try. This moment of hesitation on his part gave me just enough time to jump into my car with the speed and agility of an Olympic triathelete hitting the key, clutch and start button all at the same time. I shot out of the gas station and was on the highway before his frog took the first jump.
A short chase ensued but the superior design of my car was no match for that has-been prince of a guy (get it). I left him on his lilly pad.
Last night I was so pleased with myself that I went to a restaurant and ordered....you guessed it. FROG legs!

They sure were good!
Not being one to take insults lying down, I thought a subtle slap in the face might be in order so I said in a loud voice "Is that one of those new MAXIMAS?"
"Its a 350Z, you moron" was his red-faced, tight-lipped reply!
"MORON"?
That did it. I decided that a full fledged attack on his manhood was warranted so I said....."It looks like a toad taking a shit!"
I had found the limits of his tolerance. He tried to come bounding out of his squatting toad with full intentions of teaching me a bloody lesson but was a little large to make it out on first try. This moment of hesitation on his part gave me just enough time to jump into my car with the speed and agility of an Olympic triathelete hitting the key, clutch and start button all at the same time. I shot out of the gas station and was on the highway before his frog took the first jump. A short chase ensued but the superior design of my car was no match for that has-been prince of a guy (get it). I left him on his lilly pad.
Last night I was so pleased with myself that I went to a restaurant and ordered....you guessed it. FROG legs!

They sure were good!







That is 2 funny.
