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there was this one time a cop drove by on the outer road to the park which happened to be behind the basket i was throwing at, maybe 350', and i told my buddy i was going for the cruiser. no sh*t i nailed the mf'r right in the front wheel well, BANG!! i nearly sh*t myself. that dude didnt know what to do. he slowed to a stop, sat for a minute, and took off all quick and pissed off. made my day, like hittin range balls at the cart, but this time there was a copper sittin clown seat..
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