It’s not some vinyl record or a rare book. It’s going to get fucked up eventually. Imagine being in a car and hearing a person seethe and complain for 45 minutes because some kid drew a funny face on your dusty ass door
It’s not some vinyl record or a rare book. It’s going to get fucked up eventually. Imagine being in a car and hearing a person seethe and complain for 45 minutes because some kid drew a funny face on your dusty ass door
I remember how I threw a bottle cap behind me outside a bar and allegedly scratched a friend's new car.
Got stared at by all my stupid middle/upper class college friends as I exclaimed, "who cares?!"
I got berated into muttering a halfhearted apology. Still pisses me off to this day.