Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket
Well you may have killed an innocent person, but thats no need to let perfectly good scrap metal go to waste!
You walk over to the bike, brushing away one of Jimmy's kidneys off the bike. You pick up the crumpled hunk of wreckage and put it into the back of your jeep. The girls are sobbing intensley as you tip your cap to them and hop into your jeep, driving away from the bloody scene.
You are driving to the scrap yard, bumping some hardcore rap, when you look in the rearview to see police lights behind you. The pigs are on to you! You pull to the side of the road beginning to freak out.
You roll down your window as the officer approaches. He pulls his aviator shades down to take a good look at you.
"This car smells like shit, sir." The officer states bluntly.
"Thank you" You reply.
"Do you know why i pulled you over?"
Beads of sweat begin to drip down your forehead.
You walk over to the bike, brushing away one of Jimmy's kidneys off the bike. You pick up the crumpled hunk of wreckage and put it into the back of your jeep. The girls are sobbing intensley as you tip your cap to them and hop into your jeep, driving away from the bloody scene.
You are driving to the scrap yard, bumping some hardcore rap, when you look in the rearview to see police lights behind you. The pigs are on to you! You pull to the side of the road beginning to freak out.
You roll down your window as the officer approaches. He pulls his aviator shades down to take a good look at you.
"This car smells like shit, sir." The officer states bluntly.
"Thank you" You reply.
"Do you know why i pulled you over?"
Beads of sweat begin to drip down your forehead.