Story time dear children. My mom went into the gas station to get Kari a coke. I lock the doors tight. REALLY scary dude walks up and asks to use MY PHONE, I told him flat out no, he calls me effin stupid and continues his pissy fit by spitting on the car. MORAL: get called effin stupid and a saliva spatter on said automobile or get kidnapped or your phone jacked. I like being “effin stupid” better.
