Get this, it's crazy
so the other day before I left for Cali I went to a party that was at my girlfriend's friend's house, and I expected to see my two other friends there aswell, one with the white cavalier that I talk about on and off.
Well by 1:30 it was apparent that they weren't showing and I later found out that they had gotten drunk out my friends house and the one with the Cavalier had passed out. He had hid his keys but somehow my other friend had found them and decided to take his car for a spin. Well my friend had just gotten his Drift kit reattached after an earlier accident (lady backed into him)
so my friend got in his car and drove around, went back to his house and passed out...
the one who owned the cavy wakes up the next morning to find his kit completely bashed, the front split in two in the middle, and the back nearly off the car and cracked up the side.
imagine that...I was like.."duuuuuude that sux"
I feel so bad for him because ever sicne he got the kit, it's been through hell and back with more bruises and scars than ever.
luckily our friend is going to pay him back for all the repairs to the kit
you know you have good friends when they will do this and feel really shisty about it
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