yes, the fucking Honda got robbed last night, my sled was robbed. My BATMOBILE!! smash and grab. all night buffet. chicken shit car thieves man. scum. so, I had left my wallet in there, which I rarely do, just one of those nights. there's not much to my wallet...no pictures or anything. AMEX, debit card, ID, insurance. no biggie. but the driver's license is a pain, because my freaking Social Security Card was in there. now I have to go through all the leg work of getting the damn birth certificate redone, then get a new SSN card, then go get the freaking license. and i'm having a good hair day TODAY, not next week when i'll have to go get my picture taken. life just ain't fair somedays. but more than anything else (my work stuff including laptop was jacked, as was my TomTom GPS), it's just the violation of all of it. you don't break windows, you don't mess with a man's car. here's my guy Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction expressing this point better than I can...
Lance: Still got your Malibu?
Vincent: Aw, man. You know what some fucker did the other day?
Lance: What?
Vincent: Fucking keyed it.
Lance: Oh, man, that's fucked up.
Vincent: Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years, it was out for five days and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it.
Lance: They should be fucking killed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution.
Vincent: Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it.
Lance: What a fucker!
Vincent: What's more chickenshit than fucking with a man's automobile? I mean, don't fuck with another man's vehicle.
Lance: You don't do it.
Vincent: It's just against the rules.
start watching at the 2:13 point
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