Originally Posted by myxomatosis

So uh last night at like 2 AM I get a call saying they found my car. It got towed to the impound lot. $140 to get it out. So we trek down there this morning, turns out they took the back plate so I can't drive it out without new tags. Dad tries to hook up dealer tags but it can't happen since my car isn't under their insurance. So we go to MVA and have to buy replacement tags, go back down to impound and get that shit out.

They took everything I listed, stripped the headunit and subs and amp, broke the rearview mirror and put it on the floor and left the 4 speakers. They were kind enough to leave me two cd's of theirs that I haven't checked to see what's on them yet and about 5 of mine. They smoked about 5 blunts that they were kind enough to leave roaches in the car from. Put about 300 miles on it. Left a mostly drank half pint of vodka in there for me as well.

I'm missing the set of keys and dudes have all my information though I don't think it was the same guys that stole my car because they'd have probably been eaten alive where it was found. So I gotta get it rekeyed.

So yeah, called the cops and they don't want to fingerprint the vodka/gas can/cd's they left in there or bother with this company pamphlet with a first name and cell phone number of some guy. But then they kinda changed their tune when I told them that the lady at the impound lot had accidentally let out that someone might have been found in the car since I read the paper she had despite her trying to block me from doing so. So now we've gotta wait for the city cop to come on duty at midnight and call him up and find out what they wanna do. Turns out dude got chased and then bailed out of my car.

But I am happy to have my car back at the very least, important place to be in a week.

Originally Posted by bongobongo

thats some bullshit you have to pay all that shit just for your car to get stolen, damn

Originally Posted by The SARS Volta

you're my ideal girl too, osirus

Originally Posted by Mя. Gяiєvєs

wake up, call some girl you know, give her the sob story, get some and get fed... it surprisingly works more often than you would think... its the whole motherly instinct thing...