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Lonnie, Lonnie, Lonnie….

All you had to do was keep your eyes on the road buddy, but you didn’t. You were too busy looking down at your floorboard. I’m not really sure what it was you were looking for. It could have been some pot, a gun, or even a hypodermic needle so you could freebase some crystal methamphetamines. I’ll never know but I’m guessing it could have been any of those things because after you slammed into the back of my car you were a little concerned about the cops coming.

Seeing that I24 on Friday was so backup up and congested I didn’t see a need for the police to get involved in our little finder bender. I doubt they would have even come. It would have taken them at least an hour to get there. And besides you were really freaking out about this whole wreck thing. It wasn’t that big of a deal we were both ok and it didn’t even damage your car. It was just a little matter of exchanging insurance information and then being on our way. We’ll let the insurance companies take care of all the work and we’ll sit back and relax.

I just hope you don’t do something stupid and try to screw me on this Lonnie. I’m not going to be very happy if you do that Lonnie. Your not going to like me when I’m not very happy Lonnie. I don’t know what I’ll do Lonnie but I’ll think of something.

I can’t believe you wrecked into my car Lonnie. You big Jerk.