Chic Filet Drink: “Yeah, Make Me.”

Chic Filet Drink: “Yeah, Make Me.”

How was it even staying there—without whipping off the roof?

By math, by physics, by Newton himself—no chance.

And yet… there it was.

A Chick-fil-A drink, perched perfectly on top of a guy’s car.

No straps. No cupholder. Nothing.

Just… vibin’. Defiant. Unbothered.

By all laws of motion, it should’ve launched—

maybe straight at my forehead.

I even thought about ducking,

just in case it decided otherwise.

But nope. It stayed.

And me? I just stood there like—

WTH?!

Sometimes, you know, that’s exactly the energy you want in life.

🥤

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