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Don’t mess with an Om Pa Looma Pa!!!!!!!!!
Om Pa Dom Pa Dom Pa-dee Do

I have another story for you......

Two years ago on labor day weekend I decided to drink 2/3's of a bottle of Glenfiddich. I had planned ahead and gotten a ride to the club. I met a girl. I went home with her or so I thought. I tried to get some, ;>) she wasn’t havin’ it. She drove me back to my car. I was very insanely inebriated. I figured I would just pass out in my car, sleep it off ya’know. As I opened the car door my cell phone rang. The girl who had given me the ride to the club had, without my knowledge, snuck her keys in my back pocket. She pleaded with me, “You have to drive back, I can’t leave my car here.” I at first mumbled “I cawn’t do it” She pleaded so’mo and I gave in. About a quarter mile down the road I blacked out and hit a park car. After I awoke I drove away. I was by picked up at my house by the fuzz. The license plate had fallen off the car and landed next to the parked car I had hit. The car was totaled. I only held basic insurance so I was fuked. I had it towed to my restaurant and there it sat in the back lot. All the while I was still making payments.

About 8 months ago a quasi friend (ask if u need clarification) had asked me if I could sell him the car. He was a mechanic and had many automotive friends. I said some-thans betta’ than nuthin’. We agreed on $1000 and he took the car. He asked if he could work on it, get it fixed and pay me when it was time to register. Seems reasonable, right. About 3 months ago he asked if he can register the car. He asked me, fore I still held the title. I told him I plan to move to the left coast, you must pay me. I paid off the loan at the bank and asked him for the money. He said I will have it when you get back to NY Dec. 1. Just to clarify, even though he registers it, I still own it.

I return to NY. We go out for a beer to discuss the monetary issue. He goes on about some cock ‘n bull story. My daddy’s sick, I want to move to florida, I need to save money, my girlfriend needs tits.... etc. I respond with “Not my problem”. He asked if he can send me the money from Florida. To this, I begin laughing. I okay we will work it out.

Two nights ago a flash went off and my devious mind began working. I called me mom and asked her if by some chance she had a spare key to the car. Yes she did. I called my forevarrr partner in mayhem the ZONKER. “How would like to steal back my car tomorrow night.” He hated this kid so that was an extra bonus for him. We packed my rental car for my flight for LA. I even got my Cleo (dawg) in the car. The plan was after we took the car Zonker would drive it upstate to his home and I would go straight to the airport. Goin back to Cali.

It is nice in here in So-Cal and Zonker had a nice drive home.

THANKS FOR FIXING THE CAR FOR FREE BUDDY....you fuckin asshole.