Last night we went and saw Timmy. Who I think might have had a cold. And some really tight pants.
The car full of girls called us biotches. {beer talk}
Then they took off forward to beat us all...and hit a really nice Chevy Tahoe. Of course there were a couple dozen witnesses and a few of us hurried and wrote down her license plate because they were trying to get away.
They were much more quiet after that.
I think there was more entertainment in the half an hour it took us to leave the parking lot then during the whole concert.
Stupid, stupid people.
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