HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF SHIT FUCKING GOODNESS... Update.
Just calmed down enough to actually be able to sit in one place again. I have been running around ever since I saw that posting earlier. I dont give a shit what any of you say. I delt with it my way. I was going to take my sig, but Jeff convinced me not to. Was for the better, because I would have fucking used it for something. It was obvious the police werent going to do shit. I even called the officer that took my report, he said to get an address and he would check it out in the morning. WTF?! I dealt with it my way. Many of you would have done it different, but I dont give a flying fuck. If I got arrested, I am sure I would get off for beating up a damn waffleswaffleswaffleswaffleswaffles ass little car thief.
When we got there, the fucker was sitting in the drivers seat! Jeff didnt even stop before I fucking got out of the car running. Little bitch tried to bail. Jeff fucking tackled him over a curb and messed up his leg. Thats when I fucking lost it on him. I just remember swinging until my arms couldnt reach and then I started kicking. I got freaked out after I kicked him in the head a few times and we split. I dont want killing someone on my conscience. I dont car what happened to the little bitch nor do I give a flying fuck.
Spent the last hour in my garage, staring at the car. You are right, it feels so wierd. Only shit that was in the car is missing, my sunglasses, and my ipod. Car seems to be fine, except for some odd squeaks coming from the front end. Holy shit. You have no idea how happy I am to have this thing back in my garage.
I cant sit here anymore, I have to go think about something else, or drink. Shit, I need a drink.
Just calmed down enough to actually be able to sit in one place again. I have been running around ever since I saw that posting earlier. I dont give a shit what any of you say. I delt with it my way. I was going to take my sig, but Jeff convinced me not to. Was for the better, because I would have fucking used it for something. It was obvious the police werent going to do shit. I even called the officer that took my report, he said to get an address and he would check it out in the morning. WTF?! I dealt with it my way. Many of you would have done it different, but I dont give a flying fuck. If I got arrested, I am sure I would get off for beating up a damn waffleswaffleswaffleswaffleswaffles ass little car thief.
When we got there, the fucker was sitting in the drivers seat! Jeff didnt even stop before I fucking got out of the car running. Little bitch tried to bail. Jeff fucking tackled him over a curb and messed up his leg. Thats when I fucking lost it on him. I just remember swinging until my arms couldnt reach and then I started kicking. I got freaked out after I kicked him in the head a few times and we split. I dont want killing someone on my conscience. I dont car what happened to the little bitch nor do I give a flying fuck.
Spent the last hour in my garage, staring at the car. You are right, it feels so wierd. Only shit that was in the car is missing, my sunglasses, and my ipod. Car seems to be fine, except for some odd squeaks coming from the front end. Holy shit. You have no idea how happy I am to have this thing back in my garage.
I cant sit here anymore, I have to go think about something else, or drink. Shit, I need a drink.
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