Bloody god-gamn fooking hell.
Oh, the horrible self-aggravation. Again. Didn't crash the car this time, but my bike did get stolen. So did my brother's. If you're wondering why this seems familiar, well, it's because it's happened before. At Intercity about half a year ago, me and my bro went to Electronics Boutique to check for some game. We took my other brother's big, expensive tricked-out bike, and neglected to lock it. "We'll only be there for a few minutes." Come back, and the shit starts to hit the fan. Other brother's bike gone (mine's still there), and me and my brother are suddenly contemplating its $300 price tag. Start enduring incredibly annoying amounts of criticism relating to the locking of stuff, but I digress.
Same situation, without the $300 price tag. "Who's going to steal our bikes?" Come back, and the shit begins to hit the fan again. Oy...
Same situation, without the $300 price tag. "Who's going to steal our bikes?" Come back, and the shit begins to hit the fan again. Oy...