Favorite Cars

My favorite non-American car is an Audi(ow-d) R8. The first one was made within the years of 2000-2007. Italy still makes them. It is very fast, when it is stock it can reach speed of about 210 mph. But if it isn't stock it can go to speeds of 235-295 mph. The car is somewhat small. If it was in a race with a ford, the Audi would win. That is my favorite non-American car.

My favorite American car is the old Boss 302 Mustang. The Boss is somewhat large for a car but it is short and kind of long. All Boss's have a stripe down the side that say BOSS 302.(unless you get that painted off) The Boss is just old American muscle. It has a lot of power in the engine. And that is my Favorite American car.

A Day at the Bus Station

It was a windy day when the man crossed the road and went into the bus station. He didn’t know what was waiting for him. He thought he was going to get a bus ride from Milwaukee to Pewaukee. When he walked in the station he noticed that everybody was lying on the ground. There were five guys that had AK-47’s and masks on. They were quite tall, about 6’ 10”. They had a bag that had ammunition, RPG’s, and C-4 in it. Two of the men were carrying three bodies into a back room. Everyone was silent. If they made a sound they would be shot. Tim (the man that walked into the bus station) knew he had to save them.
The five men thought that they would get a lot of money in a bus station. Tim thought that that was a stupid place to rob. The robbers were a little bit smart because the used silencers so when they shoot the alarm won’t go off. Tim didn’t know what to do so he ran out and tried to beat one of the guys up. He wasn’t very smart because he went for one that had an RPG. So when the robber got hit he turned around and shot his missile. The rocket blew up all the C-4 and the whole place detonated and everyone in and around the building was no longer living.

My Dad Shot a Nail Through His Finger

About two years ago my dad was nailing wood down with a nail gun. One of the shots was bad and he hit his finger. The nail was two and a half inches long and it was one and a half inches in his finger. The doctor had to pull it out with a pliers. It went through the bone and tendon. It went in crooked and the doctor pulled it out straight and it didn't tare his skin. The doctor brought in a tupper wear bowl of pliers and the doctor said that none of these were good and my dad said "Do you want me to go to my truck and get a pair." the doctor said that my dad probably has better pliers than they do. But they found a pair that would work. The nurse had to hold down his arm while the doctor pulled it out. When they got it out he said that it hurts now, can you put it bake in. But that was a joke. He shot the nail in a couple weeks before Christmas. So on Christmas he had a huge band aid and tape on his finger.