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Went to the gas station today. Car in parking lot running blaring rap with nobody in it. Go inside. Long line. I can tell the car belongs to a black chick in PJs simply from my ultimate powers of observation. She is distracted so I go outside and turn her car off. She finishes her transaction and goes to her car and realizes that her car is off. Realizes what has happened and that it was me.
>yells into the front door of the gas station.
FUK U BSH U EVER TOUSH MY CAR I WILL BEAT YO ASS. Everybody looks around like what?
