
Originally Posted by
BmillsSkier
Hahaha... I think we had the same friend growing up.
I can picture that poor horn just gasping for air halfway through.
I think we all did. The right kinda payback usually brought that shit back in check...or escalated things. Like telling them to be outside so you could pick them up for a party, then driving by their house at speed, horn blaring, everyone in the car waving and going to the party without them so that they end up having to have their mom drop them off at a "new friend's" house down the street from the party so she doesn't know they're going to a rager.
Remind me. We'll send him a red cap and a Speedo.
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