So, I'm chilling in the dorm today, eatin' a GOOD MEAL from my favorite Chinese spot, and I get a text from my homeboy that says: Hurry up and come outside, someone hit your car.
I'm thinking, riiiight, and Ron Artest has a degree in Neuroscience. But lo and behold, I walk outside and this girl is putting a sign on my windshield that says, "Oh, I'm sorry, it appears as though I've dented your car..."


Who gon' lemme ride with them? *Deep sigh*
1 comments:
The fact that she put a sign on your car would have upset me and then you walked out while she was right there. Did y'all at least exchange insurance policies?
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