Mother Fucker!!!!

*** WARNING this is very NC-17***


Well from my last post I had tire problems. Okay it's Sunday and the only tire place that is open is Wal-Mart. No big deal. I have a lot of things to do on Monday so I have no choice but to go to Wal-Mart and get tires or I'm screwed on Monday.

James and I drop my car off and go up the street and visit with the old neighbors, until the car is done. There is no sense in driving all the way back to our house and then have to come right back. Well James calls to see if the car is done. So he just goes alone to pay for it and get the keys, so I can hang out and bullshit with the neighbors. About 10 minutes later James calls me and tells me to have the neighbor drive me up to Wal-Mart. But he wont tell me why. Well as I was on my way up there he calls back to tell me that, the dumb mother fucker at Wal-Mart wrecked my car! That's right he wrecked my fucking car! But James is smart and tells me not to open my mouth and say anything because he will take care of it.

I get there and I was pissed off. I was so mad I had to do all I could not to yell at the manager and kick him in the balls. Well James handled the problem because knowing me, I would have just made things worse with my mouth.

I guess what allegedly happened was the guy "forgot" that it was a stick shift and when he tried to start it, the car jumped and hit the tire changing machine. Now look at the pictures and tell me that he fucked up and was driving the car and ran it across the damn tire changing machine and just kept on going. That whole thing does not look like the car jumped. I have been driving a stick shift ever since I have had my license. I had not choice since that was the only car my Mother had, so I had to learn how to drive it if I wanted to go any ware. So I know how far the car will jump if you let off the clutch or not to push the clutch in when you start it. Plus I'm not car stupid either. I didn't get a chance to talk to any of the tire and lube people. There was another manager outside taking care of things. But from what James told me the guy that wrecked my car, was in the tire and lube managers office and that manager was red in the face and yelling at the guy. So I hope that mother fucker gets fired.

Anyways, tomorrow James and I are going to get estimates and bring them back to Wal-Mart and Wal-Mart is supposed to pay for the damages. Granted the car was already wrecked a little. Most of the damage is in back and only a dent in the front and the bumped is whopper jawed. So if Wal-Mart wants to make a big deal out of this and not want to pay for it, believe me I will fuck there eyes out. I don't want them to fix the whole car just the shit THEY fucked up. They didn't do the rest, I bought it that way. That is why I only paid $500 for the car from a friend. I just hope they don't total the car. Then I have to get a salvage title and that is just one more big fucking mess.

So that is how my 4th of July weekend has been. I hope every one else has had a better one than me.


This is the quarter panel and my fucked up passenger side door.

This is the big ass fucking hole in my quarter panel.

This is the whole damage from that stupid mother fucker. Yeah, the car jumped my big fucking ass. The dent in the front was already there. But since there is a big ass hole, I have to have a new quarter panel put on. Stupid mother fucking asshole, fucker that can't drive a stick shift, thanks!