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hehe dude at the apartments had a crap car with a good system too bad it shook his car almost apart.. i got tired of the crap sound.. and told him to put spray foam in side his bumper and around the speakers.. but dont use too much at once.. what did the tard do? he went spray foam happy.. crushed his speaker boxes.. and his bumper although it dosent rattle anymore is slightly dented and hanging.. he dosent play the music so loud anymore.
another is find the dudes... thier ride.. empty about 50 of those break and glow sticks put it in a super soaker.. coat the car.. hehe..
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