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You're lucky it wasn't a neighbour's kid. Fuck your stupid diesel glowplugs; and check around your truck before you exercise the right that Cracker Jacks gave you to drive.
"I got a plastic donkey!"
"I got a comic!"
L-Pink : "I got a driver's license! I'm a-gonna take daddy's old diesel truck out for a drive!"
Gotta start my truck. Rumparumpa - glow plugs. Damned diesel. Just gonna sit here till the piece of shit doesn't sound like a dolphin choking on ball-bearings anymore...
Ok, its cool now. Put it in "D" and "CRUNCH!" Sorry, Martha. Was that your granddaughter? Damn!
If an idiot like you ever moves to a colder climate - don't get a diesel. Try the bus. Prolly a better idea.
BTW - if you ran over my dog, you would not be posting here. Maybe in six months you'd learm how to write with your teeth but - yeah... You're either full of shit or your neighbour is elderly or afraid of you. Or both.
I'm picking the "HEY! I"M CREATING IMAGINARY DRAMA!!!!" angle.
Yeah. You drive over my dog in your ratty diesel and you end up posting here two years later using a straw in your mouth that you suck and blow with.
You are full of shit.
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