Keyed up.
I've been dealing with cases involving ex-boyfriends and ex-husbands messing with the automobiles of their former significant others, or their former significant others' new beaus.
This is beyond feather-legged. To paraphrase Vincent from Pulp Fiction: You don't mess with another man's ride.
If you're such a coward that you can't face the guy directly to address your aggression toward him, then you have other issues worth dealing with. Dude. She left you. Move the hell on. Keying his paintjob or slashing her tires isn't going to do you any good at all. It might just land your butt in jail, if I can catch you.
And if the car's owner catches you, I can't promise you that they won't shoot your butt. It happens.
posted by Matt G @ 7:46 PM
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A couple of weeks ago someone put a rock through Incubus 1's S.O.'s new Charger while it was parked in front of our house. When SWMBO and they were making the report to the officer they learned 4 other new cars on or around the block were popped as well that night. As Incubus's room is in the front, he's borrowed a couple of toys to see that they don't make a successful reprise.
Nope, I wouldn't let him have a claymore. Not sporting enough. Besides, they'd never get the paint right.
Vehicle vandalism is just so chickenshit anyway...
That's the kind of coward that tried unsuccessfully to kill me for 6 years. He moved out of his parents' house about 6 months ago and it's been the damndest thing, nothing has gone wrong with any of my cars since. It's kind of nice not to have brakes fail, wheels fall off, or throttle return springs magically disappear. I almost feel relaxed again. Almost.
They say most criminals are dumb. Lucky for me it's very true in his case.
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