I never ran the software on his posts. Don’t got time, horse. Too busy out here winning. I just get this feeling that reminds me of a girl from highschool who used to stalk me. She was always so mean but really she was just on the backfoot embarrassed about being caught ogling my massive pecs. She had the hots for me super bad. I took her in my camry to Arby’s. She started dropping all sorts of hints. At first I played dumb but she started telling all these stories about her “friend” and her boyfriend almost as if she was describing herself. I’ll bet you can see where this is going. I told her I know just the spot we can enjoy our fries and drove right up into the mountain. Camry’s are tough af and we passed a jeep on the way up. They all started laughing telling us to turn around. The road washed out. We came up and sure enough there was a creek going over the road. I was sure we could make it and hit the gas. She screamed and grabbed my arm as we plowed into the water. By some miracle we made it across. She was all wet. She forgot to roll the window up. I looked at her, she looked at me, and it was in that moment neither of use could resist any longer. Our craving for icecream was so bad we gassed it all the way to the small town on the other side of the mountain. The fries got wet, yo, and we was starvin. We hit 60 mph on that dirt road rolling along like it was a maxmax movie. It was the best milkshake she ever had. At least that’s what she told me.