As a primer for this story, I just want you to know I've always been a fatnastic driver. This was no exception.
One day in sophmore year of high school I was driving to school in order to take place in a romping good badminton match. I was to play my good friend Erik, one of the finest badminton players Byram Hills High School has ever seen. On my way, one of those dumb little mini-buses made a turn onto my street. It turned too wide, and with those Dumbo ear like mirrors it scratched the side of my car. I awkwardly sat in my car and called my mom to come help with the sitch (I was like two houses down from my house). When everything was handled I went and played badminton. I will miss a badminton match for nothing.
A few weeks later, after the damage was totaled and it was obvious it was the buses fault, I received a check from the school for $700. What did I do with that money? Roughly half of it was used to cover up the scratches on my car. Not caring about the scratch on my window which would have called for an entirely new window, I got a new paintball gun with the rest of the money. Done deal.
The moral of the story is if you don't care about your car, car accidents can be quite profitable for your hobbies.
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Isn't there another moral in there? Like don't buy paintball guns after 8th grade, they won't be used.
Well played oneofthebens, well played.
is there a difference between being a fantastic drive and a fatnastic driver like you? cuz if possible, id love to be a FATnastic driver
I guess you don't know much current slang. Fatnastic is like super sweet. If you don't know what a fatnastic driver is, then you certainly are not one.
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