Real life comedy moment from 1999. Our friend buys a 77 mustang. He wants it red. We're hanging out in my friends garage. He shows up with the mustang. Orange. "Oh you went with orange?" "No dude its carousel red" "No I think that's orange" "Get off it, its carousel red!" 1/x
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We're all heavy metal headbanger trash. We see it's a sore spot. We dogpile. "hey who wants some carousel red juice?" "Hey. Fuck yourself" "hey is that traffic cone neon carousel red?" "THE DUDE SAID ITS CAROUSEL RED! ITS NOT FUCKING ORANGE" 2/x
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We continue to cheapshot him for the next few hours, winding him up more, and more. Our friends mom comes home. Not the mustang guy's, the friends house we're at. "Hi Boys! Oh you finally got your mustang! I love the color!" "Thanks i-" "-Ive never seen an orange mustang" 3/x
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Now, as far as foul mouthed devil worshiping black haired spiteful misanthropes we all were, we were ALL secretly super polite boy scouts. Manners, especially to parents was tantamount. "ffhg.hgnnghk..tthanks Mrs Spooner" you could see his neck vein...veins. 4/x
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And of all our parents, this guy's parent was the most June Cleaver of them all. She practically sang while speaking, and doted on all of us like we were her own. dude whispers "its-actually its-" we all side-shoot him the death glare "..it still needs some work" 5/x
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(secretly hoping this is a deuteranopia story)
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