You may remember this thread: http://ls1.com/forums/showthread.php?t=79444
I had to replace the gas tank in the Mustang today. All was well till I started to put the new tank in...
The same fat hag comes walking over from her apt 2-3 places down. (There are 4 apts in each little "square")
She starts asking me If I'm going to keep starting the Mustang. Uh, I haven't been starting it at all. It's been sitting for at least 3 weeks an I'm not going to start it to replace the gas tank. :sillyme:
So I tell her the car is not running. She goes on w/more bs. Then I ask "Don'y you have anything better to do?" To my surprise she says "Yes, I have a lot of things to do." So I told her to go do them & that I mind my own business & am not bothering anyone. She proceeds to keep saying you can't work on your car here & asks if I repair other people's cars & I can't do that there either. You fucking retards, I have NEVER brought someone else's car there to fix. :kick:
Then I told her to go "tattle" on me. :lol: She said she doesn't want to so I proceeded to tell her then leave me alone as I am not bothering anyone.
I've been house shopping for the past 2 months or so & I cannot wait till I find the right one. Fuck apartment living.
Recently I got a letter from the complex saying someone complained & I have to get the 2 wheels (turbines), "muffler" (it was a OR h-pipe) & "oil cans" There's no oil or oil cans out there. :rolleyes: It had to be her.
I still have to remove the worthless h pipe that someone sold me & put on my new x pipe. Can't wait to have her come over when I do that. I'm sure I'll get another letter from the apt about this.
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