To the douche bag that busted my wife’s car window and stole our personal belongings, I hope that you rot in hell you piece of shit. It’s a pain in the ass canceling the cards, calling the insurance company and waiting forty minutes for Charleston’s finest to show up. Keep the money, keep the phone, purse etc… it would have been nice to have the pictures of my daughter you stole you miserable fuck stick. A shitty end to an otherwise shitty Christmas parade. HO HO HO!
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