nothing says class like dating your boyfriend who told you that those matching dayglo ski with black socks and sandels were cool to wear at spring break daytona riding down the strip playing on his boom box the theame to the dukes of hazzards because theres no radio in his car instead of in it's place where the radio goes is the homemade dip cup holers in his $200 shitbox car with the life size carboard cut out of and hummer H2 glued to the cars sides with his two best homeboys wearing nothing just blue polyester speedos with camel toes sporting chuck taylors riding on milk creats because the back seat makes a better couch in his RV thats up on blocks with shinney new spinners with bull skull with the bumper sticker that says don't mess with texas mounted on the rear of the RV because it fills in the space where the bumper was that has now rusted and fallen off and then getting to the DZ and seeing your jump plane a rusted out pimped out crop duster with neon lights and fake spinner on the landing gear watching 5 guy in tube tops beer guts having sex useing there pile driving asses on eachother whall these to pretty naked girl who just had big problems with public flatulence and mullets looked hoplessly on wishing they could get to ride in my boyfriends cardboard hummer H2 and the finding out your skyride gift cert. willn't work and paying for my own slot because my boyfriend used all his extra cash on those matching dayglo ski suit does that say class or what ??????????????????
