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| Current music: | Billy Talent - Try honesty |
Lies make it better.
Fucking people. Hell bent on getting themselves ahead in life. You should do what is best for yourself and for the group (props to John Nash). Friday night, Brad came to see the SF v. Moore game. I had to take him home afterwards. He didn't want to go home, he wanted to go to his friend's house, so I took him there. On my way home, at 2nd and Kelly to be exact, I was turning left to go home, and as far as I'm concerned, the girl didn't have her lights on, because I never saw them. My car's totaled, her car is ten times worse than mine, and I'm surprised of how much of a tank it was (R.I.P. my darling). So we start looking for a new car, and we find a great deal. 93' Mazda mx-6, 110k miles, $2400. Pimpin right? No. Wrong. We got it looked at today, and there was something wrong with the axel, so wrong that no one should drive it until it was fixed. It's gonna cost about $700 to fix. We tell the guy "Look, the axel's fucked up, it's gonna cost about 700 to fix. We'll split the cost and give you 2 thousand for it." He says, thanks, but no thanks. He thinks that there's nothing really wrong with it (meanwhile the fucking report was sitting there staring him in the face) and he'll sell it to someone who won't go get it checked. If that's not fucking horrible then I don't know what is (Simple...munging). So he's saying "Oh, I know there's something wrong with it, but I'll just sell it to someone who doesn't then they will be stuck with the cost. Haha, I'm such a crafty Arab." Phuck that shit. These are the real terrorists. Fuck them, shoot 'em in the fuckin balls. So I'm without a car, out like 900 dollars, and completely fucked even after I find a car because of insurance. It's Toby's fault.
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