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So my parents pulled me outside about ....two hours ago to look at my car, because apparently there's stuff wrong with it that looks suspicious. The molding on the driver's side, according to them, looks like it's been ripped off and put back on (even though it's been like that for as long as I can remember), there's a huge dent in the hood (thanks, guys), and there's a scratch on the side of the car. According to my paranoid parents, it looks like it's been keyed. This is the conclusion they came up with:
"Someone's after you."
Those exact words came out of my stepdad's mouth.
.....AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. And then, when I tried to explain that the molding's been like that for 832974 years and the dent was probably my friends' fault. They're still convinced that someone ripped my molding off and keyed my car though. I'm quite sick of it.
I have an announcement to make: I fucking love Michelle. She skinned a rat for me. Okay, it was probably more because it was a 200 point dissection and SOMEONE had to do it, but I like to think part of it was the fact that I was about to throw up. Either way, she is the awesomest. Ever.
I'm a fucking slut. That sucks. Later.
"Someone's after you."
Those exact words came out of my stepdad's mouth.
.....AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. And then, when I tried to explain that the molding's been like that for 832974 years and the dent was probably my friends' fault. They're still convinced that someone ripped my molding off and keyed my car though. I'm quite sick of it.
I have an announcement to make: I fucking love Michelle. She skinned a rat for me. Okay, it was probably more because it was a 200 point dissection and SOMEONE had to do it, but I like to think part of it was the fact that I was about to throw up. Either way, she is the awesomest. Ever.
I'm a fucking slut. That sucks. Later.