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Tuesday, August 18   >>

AND YOU THOUGHT THERE'D BE NO ROOM FOR A TRIPLE BOMBSHELL

...Well, there is.

So first our singer quits (via e-mail -- E-MAIL!!!), and then news came that our bassist is leaving to Mexico City, and now, well, word just came around that our drummer, The Drew, has AIDS.

And by "The Drew has AIDS," I mean my car got stolen last night.

And by "my car got stolen last night," I really mean MY CAR GOT FUCKING STOLEN LAST NIGHT.

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After researching what happens to stolen cars, the chances of my car getting recovered are 7 in 10. More likely than not, some fucking teenage doucher wanted to show off to his friends that he could steal a Honda Civic in broad fucking daylight.

Hey, kid who stole my car: Your mother will die knowing she hates the fact that you're a product of ignorant egg and dumbfuck seed. You are a piece of shit and you will amount to nothing, you fucking degenerate of cum.

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I refuse to even think what happens to the unlucky 3 in 10 only because I refuse to believe I am a 3-in-10 victim.

I will get my car back. My car will be found.

And whoever stole it will have their balls fed to them for lunch.