So, A New Development

I got a text from Andrew this morning:

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Forwarded email
From: mxxxxbxxxx@xxxx.net

Date: Mon, Sep 17, 2012 at 8:44 AM

Subject: Yum yum

To: 

What are the next steps for Andrew? Write back to explain the mistaken identity? Or send back a photo of his pubes? 

"i kind of want to let it ride and see what happens" Andrew wrote.

Stay tuned for the latest in this developing story.

This is all cock.

Pep Boys kind of screwed Joel.

He brought his beloved Mazda Miata in for a check-up and oil change Tuesday. What he thought was going to be a short transaction turned into a major Hasselhoff.

First, the fact that he talked to a non-English speaking clerk who didn't write anything down was a red flag. Then the fact that the dude let Joel eat his dick for payment was another. Also the fact that the dude had a "If there's grass on the field– play ball" t-shirt rather than a Pep Boys worksuit would be the third. So overall Joel shouldn't have tossed his keys (and salad) to the mysterious latin stranger.

So later on that day Joel came back to pick up his car, and no one had any record of any car being dropped off for repair. No record except a hilarious security tape of Joel tossing the janitor's salad.

(pictured above, Leoncie debuts her new brand of Icelandic lettuce)