floatn turd
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Quick rundown:
(Wind has died down but it's still slightly breezy)
I wash my truck to begin the yearly clay bar and polish routine.
I start to polish the first section.
My back is to my neighbors house while I'm working.
I smell fucking spray paint!
I turn around and see the neighbors new fat, shirtless "man-friend" spray painting a dresser in the driveway.
The breeze is clearly blowing right toward my truck 15ft away and this fool is 100% clueless.
Meanwhile she has moved her car in front of my house as to not get paint on it!
I grab my keys and move my truck across the street.
Put away all my shit and look at him like this......... while he continues his Pep-Boys paint job.
What a moron!!
Rant over.
FT
(Wind has died down but it's still slightly breezy)
I wash my truck to begin the yearly clay bar and polish routine.
I start to polish the first section.
My back is to my neighbors house while I'm working.
I smell fucking spray paint!
I turn around and see the neighbors new fat, shirtless "man-friend" spray painting a dresser in the driveway.
The breeze is clearly blowing right toward my truck 15ft away and this fool is 100% clueless.
Meanwhile she has moved her car in front of my house as to not get paint on it!
I grab my keys and move my truck across the street.
Put away all my shit and look at him like this......... while he continues his Pep-Boys paint job.
What a moron!!
Rant over.
FT