I didn't post the original video because there was young children involved in the video. I wasn't alone getting the gal back to the trailer park. My buddy drove her "hot" car, I followed to get him back to his bartender girlyfriend. We were both men. Thank God he was there, I would've never been able to figure out her fancy phone to call her mother.
This was maybe 5-6 years ago, she was a pretty young gal, maybe 30 years my junior.
It was a black, 5.0 litre Mustang. While my buddy was struggling to figure out her phone to call mommy, I gave the car a quick once- over. It didn't have tires on it, maybe what you'd call slicks.
She was just some sad, unhappy young gal, looking for something that wasn't there.
No matter how many dead birds I pick up, they wont fly.
About a week later after one of the worst snowstorms in recent memory, I went back to the dive-bar about one mile due east of my joint, after I'd run my big-boy snow blower clearing out my drive, sidewalk and alley to get to the "main" road, I went back to the dive bar.
Guess who was there. Esso's dead bird. Apparently, her mother's trailer park had better snow plowing ability than the City of Fort Wayne.
Of course Angela and her BF John was there at Spudz. They figured they'd do me a favor...
Crap, my typing stump is tired. Maybe I'll tell you the rest later. Don't get too excited, it's not sexy, more like a NASCAR race crossed with an episode of "Cops."