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Katie and dunx and I were out last night, and some dude threw shit at the car and gave Katie and I the finger while dunx was inside buying smokes. We told him what happened when he got back... and where the guy was going, knowing exactly what would happen. We found him, and when dunx got back in the car he had blood on his head, hands, and shirt.

"Don't worry, it's his blood, not mine."

I thought running over his bike was a little overkill, but he had thrown it at Katie.