To the obnoxious girls and guy who randomly shot me in the foot with a paintball when I was on my way to work Tuesday night, minding my own business at a bus stop outside the Barrington Street Superstore: thanks a lot you fucking morons, that milky crap looked great splattered all over my navy work pants.
Like many people I always carry a set of keys, and I know your car. Don’t be shocked if one day you find that the hood resembles an ice skating rink.
This article appears in Dec 6-12, 2007.
Scratch a big ‘FUCK YOU’ on the hood while you’re at it. Can’t blame you for being so pissed.
make damn sure its the same car you wouldn’t want to key a innocent persons car.