I suspect a spai.

(Forgive my grammar, I had a few beers.)

So, I was walking home from Infested tonight and this guy kept driving past me. He would drive up the hill turn around and drive past me, over and over again. After the fourth or fifth time, he stopped and asked my name, and the idiot I am, I told him my first name. He then says "Sorry, @*#&$(@*#$&@*#&$(*@#&$(*@&#($*&@(#*$@(*#&$(@", drives down the street, flips a U-ey, and heads down the nearest main street...

Either, A: Someone was on the hunt for a fucking punk, or B: JESUS CHRIST ITS A SPAI GET IN THE CAR.

On a side note: My balls are round. =O

You should have said you are Hans Zimmer, and you guarantee it.

Or use Ben Dover, or Neager Swillang

If anonymous must have a name, it is Seven The Almighty Overlord David.

I didnt even think. I just gave him my name.

Ewww!

I had a guy like that follow me as I was walking home from a show in Washington.
Mohawk, shredded jeans, leather jacket, and this guy kept driving around offering me a ride.
He was this huge fat guy in a small car, so no fear he could possibly catch me on foot, but it was creepy and annoying.

I don't even care to speculate what the hell that bloated whale was after!

That's better than giving him your money. But slightly worse than giving him your soul.

xenubarb wrote:

Ewww!

I had a guy like that follow me as I was walking home from a show in Washington.
Mohawk, shredded jeans, leather jacket, and this guy kept driving around offering me a ride.
He was this huge fat guy in a small car, so no fear he could possibly catch me on foot, but it was creepy and annoying.

I don't even care to speculate what the hell that bloated whale was after!

That sounds like Fatboy. Almost exactly. Hes a really cool guy. You shouldve accepted! Although he was probably drunk.