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Anonymous said…
Did they leave behind their own lug wrench? Or - the unkindest cut - did they use yours?

I can just hear them back at their lair...

"Sweet! That yuppiemobile was loaded!"

"Hey dipwad, help me unload this stuff."

"In a second, grandma! Check out this GPS!"

"OK if you're not gonna help, at least dry the tools and put them away."

"Where does the jack go?"

"Oh criminy, do I have to do everything? Move over, clown. There. Now hand me the lug wrench."

"It's not here."

"Idiot. Look in back."

"I'm telling you, it's not here. I looked everywhere."

"I swear to god, if you left it behind... I'll do the next one with your teeth."

"I could go back for it."

"You're a moron. Help me with these wheels."
4:06 PM
listeme said…
They left behind the lug wrenches (which are necessary for the stolen wheels, custom or some such nonsense).

Also, um. I don't think thugs say "criminy" much these days.

:-)
4:10 PM
Anonymous said…
Rearview, rearview, on the grass,
Why art thou leering at Marsh's ......

Sorry, but else would a rearview do? :)
4:34 PM
Anonymous said…
Gosh I thought that was a rock, not a rearview mirror. Criminy! What will they think of next?!
3:37 PM
listeme said…
Neither a rock nor a mirror... it is the driver's side window, carefully cut out and placed neatly on the grass in the front yard. Wasn't that considerate of them?
3:50 PM
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