That freaking antenna topper was one of my friends. he has watched my bumper for the past year without being stolen...yes, I knew this day would one day come, knowing what IDJITS walk by my car from the Black Cat, but I was somehow hoping it would be delayed. I was SHOCKED and AWED and SHIT that people can be such ASSHOLES. Yes, I know, that skull was so fucking cool, and you just HAD to have it. but DAMN, can't you just go to Wal-mart and get your own, instead of kidnapping my dear friend? What a damper on my evening. I will have to scrounge up $1.50 for a new one this week. this time, though, I will get a twin, just in case. who knows what could have happened to my ass tonight without my skull scaring people away from it. I should plant a security system. like spraying ink, to mark the culprit. or maybe tying string to the skull, with the other end tied to the trigger of my antique Winchester rifle pokin out the keyhole of my trunk. yeah, I like that idea.
You should just be greatful I didn't report him as a missing person, or you could be in donkeyloads of trouble. but I really don't give that much of a shit.
