work sucked. flamin mongrels just wouldnt go home. joisus. i foresee a busy weekend.
had some interesting guys on what was meant to be my last table, 3 vl turbo (all rb20, apparently) owners, and rotary powered rolla guy (with a fully sick polished engine n shit) talkin shit back and forth.
i lost track of the number of times i heard "ran from the piggas", "dosed it", "30 pounds of boost bro" and my favourite, "im running 200 shot of naws."
sigh.