Posted
on Mon, May 9, 2011 at 12:52 PM
What happened? What possibly could have happened Saturday night that made you hate my car so much? Did you temporarily lose your fucking mind? Are you sent into a blind rage at the sight of silver SUVs? Why would you smash my windshield with a large wooden barricade? Were you tripping the fuck out and you thought it was attacking you? Weren't there any other cars on the street you could have turned your obviously short attention span to? I am trying to sell it. This really doesn't help me accomplish that goal. I just got it back from the mechanic a few weeks ago. It was a pretty big bill but he said it was ready to go, inspected for two years, undercoated, the works. Now you come along and with your Neanderthal brain, and apparent strength, you have really put a fucking dampener on things. If you feel bad at all, that is if you are in fact a human being, leave a note next time. Fucker! —Aluminum Falcon