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Busted my oil pan and now I'm stranded outside Eugene OR. Help!?
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5toes kept telling me to update the thread. he kept saying how we should have got a pic of those miscreants we sold spice to. he said you guys would have laughed. We had the pizza a few nights ago. I was invited to a friends last night and ended up a sleep on his couch, unable to make it through a viewing of The Big Lebowski. I came to int he morning and gathered myself to leave and when I walked out and was about to get into my car, I see the same little hood rat that said 5toes had "fire" that night, standing on the street corner. I go to say hi and he recognizes me. He asks if I can buy him a blunt. I oblige. We manage to fit 3 kids in the my front seat of my e30 since my rear seats are full. I manage to snap a pic of this little fucker on his way out as the smoke bellows out.
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Lemme get this straight, you actually live in your car? I thought that was just a temporary thing when your pan broke.
A lot of things make more since. Carry on, I'm intrigued.
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Umm, I take back my last comment. I'm even more confused now... so your shit isn't broken anymore but you're still living out of your car and smoking spice with some pre-teens and eating cheeseburger pizza? Is this now a fucking twitter/instagram post of your sub-class existence?
No disrespect intended...except kind of.
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Quality.
Top shelf guys here. You can now date my daughter. Not.
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So I am at the pizza place we have decided to meet at. I hear 5toes coming like a mile away. He parks, like so, and we get out to admire our cars. Then this throng of hoodlum 12 year old thugs come walking up at us out of the woodwork and ask 5toes to buy them some spice. 5toes lies and spurts "sorry bro, im not 18". I look the kids up and down. "how old you guys?", I ask. "15". Bullshit, I thought, one of these fuckers is on a scooter. "Ah, fuck it, I remember when i was your age...you got the money?". the little black kid shoots back "yea". (he didnt) we go into the store and tentatively ask for ak-47, as the kids instructed. The clerk hesitates and then pulls it out. 5toes covers the 50 cents the kids were short.
We leave and give the kids there drugs. after a short talk, 5toes walks to his car and packs a pipe and we sketchily walk through the parking lot with this pack of street urchin and 5toes hands it to this little black kid to hit. He hits it. He chokes back the smoke with deep subdued coughs and manages to choke out "thats fire" in between his struggles to breath. the kids all say they have to get home and disperse as quickly as they appeared. all is well. 5 toes and I head into the restaurant.
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Ok. I was supposed to put this up a while back, but living out of your car takes a toll. I keep busy by reading books. I am hoping to rent a room here soon. But I am charging my shit at a starbucks so I figure i'd do this now. So Here we go.
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