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So last night at midnight I was downstairs watching my roommate play some Call Of Duty and feasting on some Blazin Buffalo and Ranch Doritoes (which are fucking terrible by the way) and I heard a loud ass truck exhaust from outside in the parking lot. I go up to the door and look through the hole and hear a huge slam. I see a truck hauling ass out of the parking lot as fast as possible. I think nothing of it and that its just some douchebag showing off his redneck ride. All of the sudden my other roommate runs down the stairs screaming, "HE JUST HIT OUR CARS!" We run outside and in the parking lot theres about 20 people with beer bottles chillin out there pretending to not know a thing, as well as our cars which look severely fucked. My roommate's Saturn was totally destroyed and the back end was embedded into the passenger side of my car. My other roommate's car, the Jetta that he wants destroyed so he can get something else, had a tiny scratch on his passenger side mirror. Thats it. A Saturn destroyed, and SRT4 with a passenger side that doesnt work that looks like a bear clawed it and then fucked it, and a Jetta with a scratch. Guess who is the one who is bent on finding this fucker and killing him. The Jetta owner. Anyway, while we're standing out there filing the police report and everything, about 20 people are going to their cars in the visitors lot from the same party the fucker who did this came from. They all come over and rock the fake, "OMG WHAT HAPPEND? DO YOU KNOW THE GUY WHO DID THIS? I SWEAR I DONT EVEN THOUGH I WAS DRINKING WITH HIM ALL NIGHT!" The first car to come back and circle around was a Geo Tracker with 3 guys in it. I eyed them hard because I know they are the ones who did this coming back in a different car to check it out. I remember their faces and if they turn out to be the ones for real, I'll officially be the master of the universe.