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Originally Posted by Dartgod
No, but we did have this one dumbass parts driver that we messed with on a daily basis. Sent him on snipe hunt once looking for a "shelf stretcher." This same mental midget would never lock his personal car. So whenever we sent him on a parts run, we'd go out and fuck with his car in some way. We did lots of shit to him, disconnected the shift linkage from the steering column, put the rear wheels up on jack stands so they barely cleared the ground, tied shit to his back bumper so he'd drag it behind him when he left, moved the car across the street and put a For Sale sign on it, etc. The best one was when I got under his hood and ran a jumper wire from his horn to his right turn signal wire. He had to turn right when leaving at the end of the day. You can guess how that went...
HONK....HONK....HONK....HONK......
Funny thing was, he didn't make the connection. We are in the store, laughing our asses off and the next day he comes in telling us his horn was messed up. I told him I could fix and pulled the wire off. Told him it was a short. He never had a clue we were fucking with him.
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Should have hooked it up to his brakes somehow. Think about it..sitting at the stoplight...HONKKKKKKKKKKKKKk.