I was in a stats class with McPhee and Carmon last year. One day after class let out I was walking behind them when they got into this old *** white 4-door pontiac or buick in that faculty parking lot between the greenhouses and Dorman. When they sat down that car made the loudest metel-on-metal screech I have ever heard, dropped down about 6 inches androcked back and forth for a few seconds. I felt bad for that poor old car.
Cool story, huh? You're welcome.
Cool story, huh? You're welcome.