Unfortunately for me, my white Ford Escape has come to an end. On Friday evening, a man decided to try and beat the light...he lost, and so did I. I slammed into him, spun his car around and then crashed into the guardrail. The witnesses on the scene, the two men in the Mercedes and the guy in the Steak and Seafood Direct truck (who, despite being white, kept calling me 'whiteboy') were so kind; neither stuck around to give details because both "didn't want to get involved." How was your weekend?
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