March 2011
27 posts
A couple nights ago a super-broey bro-dude rear-ended me as I leaving Fry’s, where I was picking up trash bags and coffee.
His big douchey truck didn’t sustain any damage, and my car only had some black scuff marks, but he seemed super clueless and I didn’t take his insurance info or make that big a deal of the whole thing because I felt like it would just prolong having to deal...
