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My car was found. (By the way, my car was stolen about 3 weeks ago...LMAO)
It is immovable now.
There is an oil leak...no, I'm sorry..it's not a leak. It's a mutherfucking geyser. You put the oil in, it drains right back out. No clue what the fuck they did.
They didn't steal the radio...most likely because it is only that...a radio. No tape deck, no cd player. Nothing. But, they did TRY to steal it. Fucked it up in the process. So now my radio doesn't work. Not that it matters, though. My fuckin car doesn't run. What do I need a radio in it for?
The transmission in reverse is totally fucked. I think the stupid asses tried to change gears from forward to reverse or something while the car was still movnig and completely fuckin ripped it out. Nice, huh?
And, my seat is brokern and ripped to fuckin shreds. It looks like they took a fuckin knife to it, just for the hell of it. The bars are showing, and one of them is broken. When I sat down in the car, I got my back all cut up and shit from sitting down.
The battery is dead. Not just out of juice, fuckin dead. Don't know how they killed it so bad.
They stole my batman sterring wheel cover.
They stole both of my lisence plates.
They stole my bowling ball.
They stole my new lugs shoes that I had just had bought by my godfather and I accidentally left in the trunk.
And...to top it all off...
I had to pay to get it out of the towyard...not knowing the condition of the vehichle. The state law in Nevada...is if you want to check out the car once it's been towed or impounded, you have to pay the 150 dollar fee. Then, you can make any repairs or whatnot once that vehicle is off of the towyard property. So I paid to get this piece of shit car back.
Cool, huh?
So, yah. I've had a pretty shitty week.
Ohh, and, another awesome thing...my boss gave a promotion to this bitch that I work with.
He promised me the promotion when the position opened about 2 months ago.
I fuckin hate my life.
I hate Las Vegas.
I want to move far, far away and never return.
...Except to pay muh mom a visit every once in a while...like once every 2 years or so. >/
:: Sigh ::
Oh, on the up side...I'm turning 21 in a few months. w00t to me!
It is immovable now.
There is an oil leak...no, I'm sorry..it's not a leak. It's a mutherfucking geyser. You put the oil in, it drains right back out. No clue what the fuck they did.
They didn't steal the radio...most likely because it is only that...a radio. No tape deck, no cd player. Nothing. But, they did TRY to steal it. Fucked it up in the process. So now my radio doesn't work. Not that it matters, though. My fuckin car doesn't run. What do I need a radio in it for?
The transmission in reverse is totally fucked. I think the stupid asses tried to change gears from forward to reverse or something while the car was still movnig and completely fuckin ripped it out. Nice, huh?
And, my seat is brokern and ripped to fuckin shreds. It looks like they took a fuckin knife to it, just for the hell of it. The bars are showing, and one of them is broken. When I sat down in the car, I got my back all cut up and shit from sitting down.
The battery is dead. Not just out of juice, fuckin dead. Don't know how they killed it so bad.
They stole my batman sterring wheel cover.
They stole both of my lisence plates.
They stole my bowling ball.
They stole my new lugs shoes that I had just had bought by my godfather and I accidentally left in the trunk.
And...to top it all off...
I had to pay to get it out of the towyard...not knowing the condition of the vehichle. The state law in Nevada...is if you want to check out the car once it's been towed or impounded, you have to pay the 150 dollar fee. Then, you can make any repairs or whatnot once that vehicle is off of the towyard property. So I paid to get this piece of shit car back.
Cool, huh?
So, yah. I've had a pretty shitty week.
Ohh, and, another awesome thing...my boss gave a promotion to this bitch that I work with.
He promised me the promotion when the position opened about 2 months ago.
I fuckin hate my life.
I hate Las Vegas.
I want to move far, far away and never return.
...Except to pay muh mom a visit every once in a while...like once every 2 years or so. >/
:: Sigh ::
Oh, on the up side...I'm turning 21 in a few months. w00t to me!