projectslo5oh
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LMFAO @ the ricer story, classic ricewars
I have many rice stories but none of them compare to my hobo story.
So one sunday morning a few years back, I woke up early to cover my best friends shift at his shop. I decided to leave the apt a little early to wash my stang in the back of the shop since I had just washed my mitts and shammies the night before we left. I go out to my 87 which at the time had a broken drivers window(from another douchbag breaking into my car and stealing ****) and am at the door key in hand (kinda tarded since it had no window) as I notice a lage mass huddled behind my seat, just that second hobo bob turned around and scared the **** outta me. I was in shock for a second, then with my wits returning yelled at the top of my lungs "WTF"
He got out and with his head down and as he passed the only thing I could say was " not cool man, not ****ing cool". I got in my car, took a quick inventory (not much around as is gutted) and drove off. On my way to the shop I was thinking about the situation and started to feel pretty bad about yelling at the hobo. I remembered the night before it had rained and was pretty cold, I figuered he just wanted someplace out of the wet and cold.
I made a stop at a kragen to pick up some soap and noticed he had taken a hobo shower with my freshly cleaned mitts (they were black as night) and reeked of hobo ass
.
So I bought another pair and now wasn't feeling so bad about yelling.
Get done washing and it hits me , "where are my shammies?"
Not in the bucket, not in the trunk, ah under the seat, but wait why is it rock hard and stuck crooked. crack it open to find my cracker jack suprise, dried baby butter.




Cmon, really????
Yeah, really.
I have many rice stories but none of them compare to my hobo story.
So one sunday morning a few years back, I woke up early to cover my best friends shift at his shop. I decided to leave the apt a little early to wash my stang in the back of the shop since I had just washed my mitts and shammies the night before we left. I go out to my 87 which at the time had a broken drivers window(from another douchbag breaking into my car and stealing ****) and am at the door key in hand (kinda tarded since it had no window) as I notice a lage mass huddled behind my seat, just that second hobo bob turned around and scared the **** outta me. I was in shock for a second, then with my wits returning yelled at the top of my lungs "WTF"
He got out and with his head down and as he passed the only thing I could say was " not cool man, not ****ing cool". I got in my car, took a quick inventory (not much around as is gutted) and drove off. On my way to the shop I was thinking about the situation and started to feel pretty bad about yelling at the hobo. I remembered the night before it had rained and was pretty cold, I figuered he just wanted someplace out of the wet and cold.
I made a stop at a kragen to pick up some soap and noticed he had taken a hobo shower with my freshly cleaned mitts (they were black as night) and reeked of hobo ass
.
So I bought another pair and now wasn't feeling so bad about yelling.
Get done washing and it hits me , "where are my shammies?"
Not in the bucket, not in the trunk, ah under the seat, but wait why is it rock hard and stuck crooked. crack it open to find my cracker jack suprise, dried baby butter.





Cmon, really????
Yeah, really.