The Knight Rider car

Well gang im back once again and it is of course totally awesome. I have been working the morning shift lately and my boss is all up in my ass so i cant get as much blogging done as i would like. luckily i have an excellent topic to day so you will get quality instead of quantity. Let me ask you a question, what is the coolest car ever? The answer is Kitt the car from knight rider. what a bad ass car, it had the red light in the front that let you know the car was talking, it went fast, if you recall it would go almost 200 mph. pretty bad ass eh? but the reason of this blog isnt just to throw deserved praise on a bad ass car, it is to point out the the original Kitt probably was a gas guzzler. this makes it so ordinary folks like myself cant get one. and we are the people who need cars like that more than anyone else. so here is my idea. we are going to get a black honda civic, give it some tent and then we will attach one of those red lights to the front of it and BAMMO we have a sweet as car very similar to the original Kitt. BAD ASS! but wait we can make it better, thats right i said BETTER. but how you ask? with this. Thats right that is a fucking GPS that talks like Kitt. HOLY SHIT this honda is now truly a mini gas saving Kitt. we have done the unthinkable turned a car no one wants and made it into something everyone NEEDS. looks like its fixing to go down now. i can hear the commericials now. " So you want to get laid but dont know how? Well look no further buy this car now and get laid TONITE!!" this of course would be a monster truck rally annoucer. oh yea, or maybe we could get randy the macho man savage to do it. hell yea. another way to get laid of course is to be like this guy and wear a spandex suit with a picture of yourself on it jumping through a brick wall, does it get any cooler than that. hell no. well guys this has been totally awesome and i hope to be back soon. but until then as always yall be easy on the peasy

On the spot

Never tense, just relaxed, eyes fixed in the general direction of the one causing this confrontation to escalate into what it has now become. Me vs. another, three slow breaths as i slowly prepare to turn my hands and feet into weapons of pain. Then there's his hands, clenched turning into fist ready to fight me. I glare once more, lose the watch, and the chain, Totally relaxed, my hands already know this dance of death, no fixed position, just centered upon the impact of mits to this half assed excuse of a man. My aim is six inches behind the target, his face hole. He lunges and I merely step a inch back and release my hand loosely snapping my wrist at the second of impact. For a moment I look as though I'm stretching forward with my fist in front of me as though I'm blind, only to recoil and send my left hand on an upward arch that connects beautifully with the chin of this half a fucker. At long last the anger wells up and it is no longer the man no one knows by the name of Nikia Jonez in control, only the instinct to finish what has been started. I pummel and push only grab shirt or a wrist and administer more punishment. It all ends with him on his knees if front of me, lots of dirt and disdain mark his fuckin shit ass face. I can feel my conscience slide back into the controls that have went "lights out" in my dome, and now I truly feel as though this has all come to the end. Mercy is not an emotion that I have alot of, but this stupid fuck is lucky enough to get it in the form of my foot on his shoulder, i push he lays back I get in the Granada and put in the wind.