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There is a kid at my school that has a 4-cylinder automatic mid-90's Toyota Camry. He has a big crappily put together sound system, dual exhaust, an intake, heated springs, wheels, and an unpainted bodykit that doesn't fit. He talks trash all the time. He always says how he beat this or that car, so I try to race him in my STi behind the school's auto shop(about 1/10 mile). He of course denies. So, another kid asks to race him. He has an '01 Jeep Grand Cherokee with intake, exhaust, chip, 20's. They line up, the Jeep got a bad start, but still managed to beat him. So, then we ask him to race my friend's beat down 1990 Chevy S10 automatic(stock) and he loses to that. So now he won't race any cars and starts admitting he is slow. So, I ask to race him. He says no, but he didn't understand that I wanted to race him. Him in his car, me running. So, he says why not. We start racing but a car is in the distance, so he stops, and I'm slowing down, and a car cuts in front of me, so I try and stop quick, and all my stopping force is put on my big toe. I ended up breaking it(my toe) but it cheered me up when my friend raced him (same situation, car vs. person) and he beat him, it was pretty close, but by the end, he beat him running. The kid with the Camry hasn't been talking much lately...

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That must be the funniest shit I've ever heard.