The Z has not left the garage in a few days. So the wife and I take it up the street to grab some supplies for dinner. We come out to find that some jackass slapped a shopping cart into my passenger's side driver's door leaving a deep 5" scratch right in the middle of the door. (At Dierbergs off olive blvd.) Left no note or anything!
I will find the f ucker who did this and castrate them!
Soothing the frustration with an entire bottle of wine.
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Changes come. Keep your dignity. Take the high road.
Take it like a man. Momma Sed Like the rain. Like a kidney stone.
Its just a broken heart, son. This pain will pass away.
Last edited by Jerggy13; 11-07-2013 at 08:42 PM.
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