Seriously, dude? I left a message on their dash letter them know how much I wanted to key their car.
But I fucking didn’t, goddamnit.
Key the car, that is. I noted all over his windshield, though. Fuck yeah.
sigh.
It reads “Ignite our faith into action”. This is a church in the historical hub of the west coast KKK, but I’m sure it’s a coincidental turn of phrase.
…right?
I finally found a use for floppy disks that doesn’t involve throwing them at people.
I had to drill some additional holes, but I was able to re-use the lock & HD ones on top.
Add one satchel strap (I’m thinking… drive ribbon cable) and I’ve got my own Spock satchel. Did I mention that I was a nerd?
