my description does not do it justice

In the parking lot of the CVS, we heard an engine being revved, and as we were turning to look, we heard screeching.  Somehow the driver of the Mustang (for that is what the engine belonged to) had managed to skid out.  It has antilock brakes!  She did not know what she was doing.  She also laid on the horn for a while, and put it in reverse, and then did it again going forward, and generally didn't know what the fuck she was doing; so I cupped my hands around my mouth and initiated the greatest call and response I have ever yet participated in


STOP SMOKING CRACK!


FUCK YOU, WHORE!


That's the official call and response password for everything, now.  If you want in my clubhouse, that's the thing.

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