Car Key Boi
Dec 3rd, 2002, 03:52 PM
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Subject: 1999 silver Porsche Boxster convertible parked in the Elk Grove area, near Sacramento. Car had an expensive Alpine ICE system although the rear speakers hadn't been installed.
Offence: None really. I Shit In Your Convertible Boi spotted this target. The car was parked outside the owner's house with the roof down and was practically begging ISIYC Boi to take a dump in it. So he did. And I broke out the Swisstech Utili-Key.
Punishment: ISIYC Boi climbed inside to take his position as I carved out a large jaggy scratch running from rear tail light to edge of passenger door panel. Left a www.carkeyboi.com business card on top of the turd that ISIYC Boi had just deposited on the passenger seat.
BONUS: We walked back to my DeLorean, which was parked around the corner, basking in the glow of a job well done. Suddenly, just as we were getting into my ride, we heard a high pitched scream that was obviously a woman's voice. So we ran around the corner, knowing the likely cause of the commotion, and as we had thought, the wife of the owner of the Boxster was having an enraged freakout after having discovered our handiwork. Worse, for her that is, she had been unaware of our visit until she had sat down, right there, in the middle of ISIYC Boi's freshly laid steaming turd. The owner himself, was studying my handiwork with shock and horror on his face, totally oblivious to the distress that was emanating from his spouse. This gave myself and ISIYC Boi an extra reason to feel even more proud of ourselves then we had previously felt. We gave each other a High Five, and then got the fuck out of Elk Grove.
Mission accompished.
Car Key Boi :cool:
http://www.carkeyboi.com/keyings/PorscheBoxter1999.jpg
Subject: 1999 silver Porsche Boxster convertible parked in the Elk Grove area, near Sacramento. Car had an expensive Alpine ICE system although the rear speakers hadn't been installed.
Offence: None really. I Shit In Your Convertible Boi spotted this target. The car was parked outside the owner's house with the roof down and was practically begging ISIYC Boi to take a dump in it. So he did. And I broke out the Swisstech Utili-Key.
Punishment: ISIYC Boi climbed inside to take his position as I carved out a large jaggy scratch running from rear tail light to edge of passenger door panel. Left a www.carkeyboi.com business card on top of the turd that ISIYC Boi had just deposited on the passenger seat.
BONUS: We walked back to my DeLorean, which was parked around the corner, basking in the glow of a job well done. Suddenly, just as we were getting into my ride, we heard a high pitched scream that was obviously a woman's voice. So we ran around the corner, knowing the likely cause of the commotion, and as we had thought, the wife of the owner of the Boxster was having an enraged freakout after having discovered our handiwork. Worse, for her that is, she had been unaware of our visit until she had sat down, right there, in the middle of ISIYC Boi's freshly laid steaming turd. The owner himself, was studying my handiwork with shock and horror on his face, totally oblivious to the distress that was emanating from his spouse. This gave myself and ISIYC Boi an extra reason to feel even more proud of ourselves then we had previously felt. We gave each other a High Five, and then got the fuck out of Elk Grove.
Mission accompished.
Car Key Boi :cool: