> This story happened about a month ago in a little town in the Florida
> panhandle, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.
> This guy was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark night in
> the middle of a storm. The night passed slowly and no cars went by. The
> storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly
> he saw a car slowly looming, ghostlike, out of the gloom. It slowly crept
> toward him and stopped. Reflexively, the guy got into the car
> and closed the door, then realized that there was nobody behind the wheel.
> The car slowly started moving again. The guy was terrified, too scared to
> think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was slowly
> approaching a sharp curve. The guy started to pray, begging for his life;
> he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and he would plunge to his
> death, when just before
> the curve, a hand appeared thru the window and turned the steering wheel,
> guiding the car safely around the bend. Paralyzed with terror, the guy
> watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve.
> Finally, the guy gathered his wits and leaped from the car and ran to the
> nearest town. Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering,
> ordered two shots of Jack, and told everybody about his horrible,
> supernatural experience. A silence enveloped everybody when they realized
> the guy was apparently sane and not drunk.





About half an hour later two
> guys walked into the same bar. One says to the other, "Look Bubba, there's
> the ******* who rode in our car when we was a pushin it in the rain."

 

that pretty funny, i laughed

 

 

hah

 

 

did they kick his ***??? lol

 

lol.... are u kickin that honda's *** with yours ?

 

that's a Suzuki dipshit

 

Eat ****.. i got messed cus of the chick.. wasnt lookin at the bike homo...


stay gay