Joga's 4x4

Before winter is over I should tell you about something funny I heard back when there was still ice on the roads.

Usually Joga drives his Cadillac 4x4 into work every day. The fancy wheels on the fucker's ride are worth more than my old style Cadillac if its trunk was full of the best weed in Canada. He keeps such good care of it I sometimes stop and comb my hair on my way into the mill in its Rock City sheen. I figured somebody stole it when he started riding into work with some of his brown buddies in their suspensionless work car with the torn bumperstickers celebrating some sort of Khalistani bullshit on the back.

One morning I asked him, "Hey Joge, where's your motherfucking Caddy. It get hauled away as proceed of crime or something?"

All he would answer was, "No." That was when I knew he had crashed it. The brown buddies all think the white buddies think the brown buddies cannot drive worth shit. So they do not like to own up to crashing their cars.

"So what the fuck happened then? One of your boys crash it?" If there is one thing the brown buddies hate owning up to more than fucking up themselves, it is owning up to their sons fucking up.

"Ok. Ok. I will tell you what happened Beer you nosy fuck. I was driving into work last week, it was very icy, when I had to brake for a Chinaman who could not make it up a hill. I slid into a ditch so big I thought I might die. Fucking Chinamen cannot drive worth shit."