to the jerk-off who tore up my car yesterday without leaving a note,
i hope santa not only bypasses your house, but one of his reindeer soils on your roof mid-flight.
you are the mayor of suck-ville.
polly the prius needs major reconstructive surgery; she’ll finally feel at home amongst all the newport beach housewives.
so fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la to you, you criminal coward.
the silver lining in this situation is that i’m not you.
i actually can’t imagine the person you’d have to be, to not leave a note after hitting someone’s car in a parking lot.
it really must suck to be you.
Hi! I'm Katie!
Poor Polly! Do you think she will want an augmentation with her reconstruction? Maybe she wants to go Turbo.
So sorry for your inconvenient headache. I'm glad you weren't in the car
OMG! I would be so pissed. That is just so wrong. Hopefully, they will get coal in their stockings and hmmmm haven't they heard of Kharma?
ugh!!!
I am sooo sorry to hear this! But you are right, you are NOT that sucky person and something good is sure to come your way to more than make up for it 🙂
xo Mary Jo
You say it so sweet.
Cheers!
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