Refresher
Nearly a year ago I barrel rolled my car in an act of pure stupid. Lucked my way into a white Infiniti G37 Sport aka Nissan Skyline; a car I really shouldn'tve been able to get. Then made the critical decision to only tell people I had to or people who would figure it out; thus the formation of Team Troll. There are actually people I refrains from seriously trolling; those who can fuck wid me personally (like parents) and cute girls (obvious). This kid at work named Brad with ADHD refuses to take meds; he fancies himself a 'car person' and claims me as a mentor while doing little work. He has effectively no power over me and is even less convincing as a cute girl. Our days are spent with him watching me work while I ridicule him for not knowing my car.
Fast forward to this week... Yesterday I wanted some loaded nachos. Lots of places got chips and salsa, but if you want actual toppings you‘re going to T-Bell (which you’ll regret later) or Wing Spot. While getting the nachos I also got a bucket of the 2nd hottest wings they have cuz wing place. Recently I’ve been trolling my own body by making it randomly digest heads of lettuce. Nachos kinda filled me up and I ended up with 12 wings in the fridge. But I R Sneakors... So I went up to Brad and was like; 'I'll let you take a guess at the car for each wing you eat without drinking or eating anything else.’ Context: Brad has trouble with slightly spicy sausage on supreme pizza. He couldn't possibly see any issues so we got into the wings after work. I proceeded to drink milk in front of him while also out eating him on wings. By his account as soon as he started eating his eye itched and he couldn't stop it because his hands were covered in sauce. He ended up spazzing out on wing 3 looking like he had run a marathon while suffering a fever. Celebrated his victory by guzzling a small bottle of milk, eating stale pizza with ranch, and then drinking straight ranch while I finished off the wings.
You is a clever girl and I knows what you is going to say; 'Sneakors I'm super cutes and also what about Brad's 3 guesses?' The short answer is it doesn't even matter. The long answer is we has to go back...
It's over a week ago and I'm having a really sucky day; work decided I had to come in to open around 5am right after staying until 9pm closing the night before. Obviously this ruined any chance I had for sleep, I wasn't eating much, and I was all out of fucks. Brad, in a brilliant move of self trolling, claims he saw me come back from lunch in my yellow Camaro RS. Now you know this is impossible. I knows this is impossible, but fuck it, guess I have a yellow Camaro now and confirmed it. Guy named Logan came by the shop; on the down low he’s a Team Troll member. Obviously confirms it. In reality he didn't say anything definitive, but Brad sold himself sooooo hard. That night I text Team Troll members Fin and Jackson telling them to grats Brad on figuring out the car... I then forget about all of this. After letting Brad live in the Camaro RS world for 3 days I tell him I don't have a one and things return to normal; Brad stalking the parking lot for V6 Challengers.
Today I got back from lunch and Brad goes absolutely ham. We're talking little yipper dog in heat on random chairs and legs in the house. Turns out I have a Camaro RS and he was right all along as confirmed by trusty Jackson. I try to tell him he's wrong, but it seems I'm the asshole. He spends the entire night screaming about how much he hates the shop while explaining my car to me. Quote of the day; ‘SNEAKORS! YOU CAN'T TROLL ME ANYMORE!!1!!’ So the short version; he has only 1 guess 3 times and I'm wrong about my own car.