My Prized Weed-Eater
Well, some heartless bastard had the nerve to steal my weed-eater. Here is a picture where it isn’t…

It had to have been last Saturday. We left the garage door open for about 1 hour during the day while we were both here. I’m going to do the only thing I can do at this point. I’m going to build a little stool, put out a computer monitor in the garage while it is open, and sit in front of my car on my stool and wait for someone to take it. Then I’m going to follow them with my K-Bar back to their house (and call the cops). Or better yet, I’m going to catch them, beat them to the ground, and tell them to pay me $150 for a new weed-eater (doesn’t matter if they took it or not) or else I’ll call the cops.
April 28th, 2008 at 10:36 pm
That fool was hungry! OM NOM NOM NOM