MY SHIT IS MINE

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CHAZ YOU BETTER STOP TAKING MY CAR. MY SHIT IS MINE. I GET OUT FROM MY RETREAT AT FOUR THIRTY AND MY CAR IS NOT IN THE PARKING LOT BUT OVER AT LEVAGOOD. DAMN DID THAT PISS ME OFF. THEN I GET UP TO IT AND THE MIRRORS ARE BENT IN. I GET INSIDE AND THE SEAT IS PULLED UP THERE ARE JOLLY RANCHER RAPPERS LAYING ON THE GROUND, AND THEN CHAZ'S SHIT IS IN THE BACK, HIS SHIRT, TSHIRT, CD PLAYER, AND SHOES. FUUUUUUUUUUCK. DAMN IT CHAZ YOU HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE, AND I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT, BUT IM NOT TAKING THIS SHIT ANYMORE. YOU DONT EVEN ASK, YOU JUST TAKE IT. THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO LEAVE A FUCKING MESS IN MY CAR. WELL I LEFT IT ALL IN THE PARKING LOT SO FUCK THAT, I WASNT TAKING IT TO YOUR HOUSE AND I WASNT TAKING IT HOME. THEN I DONT KNOW HOW THE HELL YOU GOT THE KEY TO MY CAR, BY TELLING RYAN THAT I SAID THAT YOU COULD HAVE THE KEY, FUCK THAT. I WANT MY KEY BACK TOMORROW OR SHIT IS GOING TO ROLL. AND YEA RYAN DID HAVE MY KEY. YOU KNOW WHY, BECAUSE I TRUST HIM, HE DOESNT JUST TAKE MY CAR AND DO WHATEVER WITH IT WITHOUT ASKING. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN OK IF YOU WOULDNT HAVE ASKED, WELL FUCK THAT, IM NOT GETTING WALKED ON ANYMORE. NOT ONLY ALL OF THAT, BUT IF YOU EVER GOT INTO AN ACCIDENT, YOU DONT HAVE THE INSURANCE OR THE REGISTRATION. AND YOU KNOW WHOES HEAD WOULD ROLL WITH MY PARENTS. MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE. SO FUCK THAT SHIT, DONT EVER TAKE MY CAR AGAIN, AND I WANT MY KEY BACK.

AND IM SORRY FOR EVERYONE ELSE HAVING TO LISTEN TO THIS.