What can YOU say in six sentences?
We dragged they guy away from the car, and laid him down in the grass. He didn’t seem to know where he was and he was yellin’ stuff that didn’t make any sense.
“I shouldn’t have never married that bitch, and I should have never divorced her, too.”
Buddy took off his jean jacket and covered the guy’s upper body, cause “Mr. Indi 500” was just wearin’ one of those muscleman t-shirts, and Buddy, havin’ seen’ a lot of car crash movies, warned, “We don’t want him to go into shock.”
Even though the guy was wearing a muscle shirt, he didn’t look very muscle-manny to me, in fact, as I got a better look at him, I could see he was just a short little, bald guy---wearing camouflage pants. Me and Buddy looked at the guy’s pants, then looked at each other, and just as we both were about to yell, “Well I’ll be hot-damned,” that Mustang burst into flames so burnin’ hot, you could have roasted marshmallows and weenies from 500 feet away.