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Wednesday, September 15, 2010
My car door hit yours during Hurricane Earl's PRIME HURRICANE WINDS. Don't you understand that I didn't mean to hit your car? Was there no where else to park in the entire vacant lot besides directly next to me? I don't think it's fun to damage vehicles and call insurance companies. And $800 you want? Are you sure that's to fix the dent in the car, or for replacing those missing front teeth?
Really, calling me a "FUCKING BITCH" before assessing the situation was not necessary. Your limited vocabulary speaks to your missing teeth and shitty choice in cars. Your mother should be so proud.
And what were planning on doing with that knife sitting politely on the passenger seat when I came to pay you? I'm so glad my two male friends came along, though they really were not there to "set you up".
Good luck with all of that ;) —I'm $800 richer than I thought
Tags: dent-ures