
I'm pretty sure this horse never nursed any baby giraffes.
So I'm driving in the northern suburbs name Buffalo Grove, when I reach a stoplight. A SUV drives up in the lane next to me and the first thing I hear is "YO" in a slow and crackly voice. I look over and one of the white boys is hanging out of the back seat window with his arms spread wide. The next thing I hear is the mild sounds of what the kids these days call "gangsta rap" I turn my head and see 3 white 16 year olds in their mom's grocery getter listening to, oh let's say Lil Wayne. These kids weren't blaring or bumping Lil Wayne, but the loudness was set to a nice level that would suit Beethoven. That was it, I busted out laughing as loud as possible and pointing my finger. I couldn't stop these kids were so not hard. They were desperate to believe their mom's Acura was an Escalade with spinners. They thought they were rollin hard, probably on their way to get some ice cream with their girlfriends Heather, Heather and Heather. The kids saw me laughing at them and kinda laughed back but they knew. They knew I knew how fucking lame they were and that was my highlight of the day.
Please note if you did not find this funny then chalk it up to you should have been there.