All right stop, collaborate and listen: HIN is back with its year-end convention. Something grabbed a hold of me tightly; it was a fat chick so I harpooned her rightly. Will HIN ever stop? Yo, I don't know--check out the cars as they glow. To the extreme, HIN rocks the mike like a vandal, lights up the stage and waxes non-paying attendees like a candle.
Dance, bum-rush the speakers that boom. The crowd spreads around like a field of mushrooms. Ready, the DJs play the dope melodies; anything less than the best is a felony. Love it or leave it, you better get out of the way, you better hit bull's-eye--HIN don't play. If there was a problem, yo, security would solve it. Check out the models while the DJs revolve it.
In Orlando the party was jumping with the bass kicked in and car systems pumping. Quick to the point, to the point no faking--HIN sizzles like a pound of bacon (which will burn if you're not quick and nimble with the spatula). I go crazy when I hear a cymbal or a blow-off valve, but not from a souped-up Ford Tempo. I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo.
Rolling in my rented 3.0 (Camry V6), with the windows down on the way to the show. The girlies on standby, waving just to say, "Watch your driving, asshole!" Did I stop? Hell, no--I just drove by. I kept on looking for parking until the next stop, busted a left and headed to the next block. That block was dead, yo, so I continued to the ConCenter on International Ave.
All the models were hot, some wearing less than bikinis. There were tons of hot imports, but no Lamborghinis. The Fashion Police were out charging people with crimes, but not me because I wasn't dressed to the nines. I looked at the cars by the wall; some of them were so hot they made me crawl. Shout-outs rang out like a bell, I grabbed my camera but all I heard was some girl named Michelle. She was raving on the dance floor real fast, so I shot off some pics and then passed some gas. Booth to booth, the walkways were packed. I wanted to get out so I could get some Jack (in the Box). Security on the scene, you know what I mean, trying to let the smokers out before they fiend. I told you, if there was a problem, security would solve it. Check out the next Hot Import Nights and get involved in it.
Yo, I'm out of here--where's my mother? My rental car broke and I need a ride home.