..your ex have the spare car keys.. no idea where the fuck my car is im going to KILL HER as soon as she fuckign comes back............holy shit i cant believe this
:fawk: her but you might wanna erase the take her out part, somethin happens you the first suspect. hope you get ya ride back with no problems. I dont wanna vist to ppl in jail.
No seriously call her and tell her that she has 30 minutes to bring itback or the police are on the way. If she wrecks it or bangs it up it is your ass and on your insurance....if you are not planning on ever going back with her, call the cops now. You don't necessarily have to press charges, but it will make her dumb ass think before stealing a car when she has to get booked in, etc.
Or you could just call some folk up from the south side and have it taken care of keeps ya hands clean lol.
she got back around 5 am .. i almost PUnched the shit out of her.. i was like who the fuck are you????? ?? i dont let me mom drive my car what gives you the nerve to take my car?? all she said was oh i thought i could... wow.. well ateast i have my baby back. that was the the worst 5 hrs of my life
Well shit, you had to ask. It was the spring of '87, couple of years before the iron curtain fell. The east bloc was still a lucrative place for those of us with few morals, a fat wallet, and a big swingin' pair. Me, I was running guns in the Ukraine. The Andreevsky Spusk, fuckin' tourist place that it is today, was a crazy market place for stolen and ex-army shit back then; my buddy Mihkail had connections and could score just about anything people wanted. We sold AK-47s, old commie uniforms, hand grenades, you fuckin' name it. Once a guy approached us about scoring a god damn tank. and if the fuckin' admiral hadn't reneged at the last minute ol' Mikhail would've made that deal happen too. Back then, I was cruising around in the '85 IROC I had shipped over from back home. The commie chicks fuckin' LOVED that thing, I swear that sweet V8 rumble got me more tail than the roll of twenties I carried around for good fortune. I'd pull up to a red light and the Kiev chicks in their tight white pants would fuckin' fight over who'd get to jump in the passenger seat of the 'roc, and ten minutes later I'd find myself beneath a lovely blonde with big fuckin' tits bouncing up and down on me in a nearby alley, V8 idling a mean rumble and god damn Journey playing in the tape deck. Money and booze flowing, life was good. Real fuckin' good. Then one evening it all went to hell, though I wouldn't know until later. I'd just left this chick Anna (god damn she was sweet, tall redhead with an ass like BAM! and tits like POW!) and was chillin' in the IROC with a bottle of Stoli, crusing down the road. There she was, and holy shit. I'd never been into brown women before, but this chick had it all; long smooth legs, nice ass, and a pair of titties that just wouldn't quit. Fuck me, I pulled over to offer a ride. She opened the door, leaned in, and asked in broken russian for a lift. Headed to Kiev, just like me. She'd jacked a car but it broke down halfway there. Too good to be true. I waved her in, and passed her the Stoli; she chugged that thing like she'd been in a fuckin' desert for days, leaned back and relaxed. Gave me a sweet smile, perfect white teeth. I pulled over near a farmhouse and, well, shit happened; I was a young horny bastard with a hard dick and lots of cash and she was a lonely girl far from home. Hell, I didn't think twice about it, and sure as fuck didn't even remember it a few months later, when I got a phone call from her. "Hey..." "Yeah, who's this?" "Me..." "Oh shit lady, I haven't got time for ya but thanks for callin'." "I'm pregnant." "Fuck me." "Yeah, that's sort of how it happened." "Fuck." "Don't worry about it, I am back home with my family now." "Fuck." "I won't tell, I'll say it was just some local guy." "Fuck me." "I'm going to name him Neeraj." *click* Never heard from her again.