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If you're going to slash my tires in the middle of the night, please allow me the pleasure of pissing you off first. Isn't it a little pointless to just pop some random Beetle's tires? Really, I can't think of anything that I possibly could've done to someone yesterday to warrant this. Blah.
Jerad posted this in Complaints | Comments (0)
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