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- editor19work June 2005
- giggleguy July 2005
- Pearl October 2005
Story of a stolen "truck"
Technically it's not a truck. But in high school I drove a really crappy 1987 Blazer. It wouldn't go above 40 mph and it would die in intersections all the time. One night I went to my aunt and uncles house and parking my car in the street. The live in a pretty good neighborhood that was sort of out in the country a bit. No street lights. I went to leave and it was pitch black out. I felt around thinking, "I KNOW I parked my car here." But it wasn't there. I thought maybe it slid into the ditch or something so I got a flashlight. It wasn't in the ditch. But there were tire marks. It was gone. I was pissed off. I was more pissed about something that was inside my car that got stolen. In the backseat, I had my old fisher price tape recorder from when I was a little kid. It was gone too. I was depressed.
A week later, the police found my blazer in North Omaha. We went to look at it. It was sitting on 4 little donut tires. Everything inside of it was gone...including the seats and my fisher price tape recorder. They even took the windshield wiper blades.
The rest of my senior year of high school (class of 1999...woo!), I had to drive my dad's car. How sad.
THE END.
Can you tell that I'm bored?
A week later, the police found my blazer in North Omaha. We went to look at it. It was sitting on 4 little donut tires. Everything inside of it was gone...including the seats and my fisher price tape recorder. They even took the windshield wiper blades.
The rest of my senior year of high school (class of 1999...woo!), I had to drive my dad's car. How sad.
THE END.
Can you tell that I'm bored?
Comments
No... but very imaginative