Exhaust Whistle Freak
 

I was just fumbling around and I found a lil' poem someboby wrote...


Driving down the road: wooooooooooooo
Thought my brakes were failing: wooooooooooo
And again that very night: woooooooooooo
I lie awake in bed: wooooooooooooo
Trying to fall asleep: wooooooooooooo
But from just a block away: woooooooooooo
Just beyond that row of houses: woooooooooooo
I see you driving home: woooooooooooooo
.
You shut off your engine, you fucking exhaust whistle freak
You get out of your car, you fucking exhuast whistle freak
You go up the stairs to your apartment, you fucking exhaust whistle freak
It's 2:25
And I think for a minute.
And I get dressed.
And I put a handfull in my pocket.
And I walk down the street in the dark, in the silence.
The beautiful silence.
And I take them from my pocket.
And I sprinkle them.
Under your tires.
Roofing nails.




:laugh: :rofl:

that is hilarious, awesome poem:laugh::laugh:

There needs to be a new federal law that basically states:

ANYTHING that serves NO PURPOSE other than to ANNOY the people around you is ILLEGAL.

God help the first guy around here who decides to get one of those exhaust whistler things. The first time I hear it after 10PM, I'm headed out. Taking the 12 volt power inverter, the extension cord, and the Sawzall. Plug in, blade-up, and cut that shit out. :bt: Probably just try to get at the "whistle" part in the tailpipe, even if I can just ruin it with pliers (quieter than the Sawzall ;)).

I scream at the cabbies who pull up here and lean on the horn - almost got in a fight with one just two days ago. Lazy bastards - get out of your fucking car!

If I hear a whistler, though, it's over. One way or another, that guy will not be driving with that thing blowing again.

~HH