Big Preesh screams YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW as he kicks the ever living F out!

With the force of a hundred pygmies, Preesh snatches Bam by his britches and executes a modified inverted atomic drop... but instead of planting Bam onto Preesh's knee, he slames Bam's backside down on top of the hood ornament of the car! And Preesh drove a Jaguar today!

Bam just makes a high pitched "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" sound as the little metal cat disappears into his cavity.

Preesh heads back through the lot to the supermarket next door. He buys a 12 pack of Budweiser cans using the self checkout, and rummages through his wallet until he finds a coupon he clipped just that morning, almost like he knew something like this might happen.

"Hol' up, I got my Winn-Dixie card too..."

Preesh gets the points added to his card.

Preesh walks back out to the car and Bam is still making the noise.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Preesh cracks open one of the Buds and pours it down Bam's open throat! Oh no! MILLER TIME IS OVER!!!

"Ha! Miller Time is... hey man, what the Hell, just narrate this shit don't step on my best lines, homie!"

Sorry.

"Have another, boy!"

Preesh pours a second can of beer down Miller's throat, then a third, and a fourth. Soon the whole twelve pack is gone, and Preesh decides to go ahead and head home.

"Oh snap, I forgot... this is MY car!"

Preesh gets in the Jag, starts her up, and pulls out of the space before tearing down the highway at over 90 miles per hour.


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"