So yesterday, after I spent the morning changing out a CSB that didn't fix anything, I was a little miffed for the rest of the day. I was sitting in here on the computer browsing the forum, looking for driveshaft info, when I hear a bunch of little kids screaming, followed by this large "CLUNK" noise outside the window, which sounded remarkably like a few small rocks and dirt hitting sheet metal. Sure enough, I stand up to look out the window, and guess what's sitting on my hood?
3 rocks about half the size of baseballs, and a nice pile of dirt. One of the bastard little white trash kids that lives in the apartment building down the street from me had taken one of the large weeds I had pulled up front my front yard, and thrown it onto the hood of my car. I got up only in time to see them running down the street, screaming and laughing. I get outside, blow away the dirt, and find about 6 nice wide scratches on my hood. Most of them will hopefully buff out, but that's not the point.
Of course, I didn't see which one of them did it, all I saw was them running out of my yard, and the weed in front of my car. I know that I wouldn't get anywhere asking them which one of them did it, and even if I did, I know I'd never get anything from the tweaker parents of the little "daddy-forgot-to-wear-a-rubber-when-he-banged-my-drunk-mommy" brat. It really pisses me off that these fucking miserable excuses for parents will just let their kids run rampant all over the fucking neighborhood, in and out of people's yards, and fucking with other people's stuff.
3 rocks about half the size of baseballs, and a nice pile of dirt. One of the bastard little white trash kids that lives in the apartment building down the street from me had taken one of the large weeds I had pulled up front my front yard, and thrown it onto the hood of my car. I got up only in time to see them running down the street, screaming and laughing. I get outside, blow away the dirt, and find about 6 nice wide scratches on my hood. Most of them will hopefully buff out, but that's not the point.
Of course, I didn't see which one of them did it, all I saw was them running out of my yard, and the weed in front of my car. I know that I wouldn't get anywhere asking them which one of them did it, and even if I did, I know I'd never get anything from the tweaker parents of the little "daddy-forgot-to-wear-a-rubber-when-he-banged-my-drunk-mommy" brat. It really pisses me off that these fucking miserable excuses for parents will just let their kids run rampant all over the fucking neighborhood, in and out of people's yards, and fucking with other people's stuff.
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