The Hell of Being Cut To Pieces

Sunday afternoon, I walked back to my car to find that pieces were missing. Three pieces of plastic compose the lower grill on the front of the Scion xB, and a brief discussion with my dealer told me that the two end pieces have a tendency to fall out. I had parked in a pay lot when meeting some friends in Decatur, close to two other xBs, so I suspect that someone who had their grill pieces fall out just decided to help themselves to mine. I hit the parts department yesterday and the replacements are cost me about 75 dollars.

And so I curse the thieves to the Hell of Being Cut To Pieces. Pigfuckers.

I came home last night to Iggy from Guinness and Poker putting on his very own showing of Animals Close-Up with a Wide Angle Lens. Super Cuute!

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