Hope your day goes better, Stacey.
From Pulp Fiction:

Vincent: Aw, man. You know what some fucker did the other day?
Lance: What?
Vincent: Fucking keyed it.
Lance: Oh, man, that's fucked up.
Vincent: Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years, it was out for five days and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it.
Lance: They should be fucking killed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution.
Vincent: Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it.
Lance: What a fucker!
Vincent: What's more chickenshit than fucking with a man's automobile? I mean, don't fuck with another man's vehicle.
Lance: You don't do it.
Vincent: It's just against the rules.

Dude.

I'm so sorry!!

Aww, thank sucks :(

The worst part is that I have to leave monetarily for an appointment an hour an a half away, that I now have to drive with no window and no music. So my gossip day was going to be cut short anyway before it got cut to shit.

I completely sympathize; A couple years ago, some *bad people* broke into my car and stole my CD player, though they only broke out one of those little stationary windows in the back. I still really, really wanted to enact some vigilante justice. People can really suck, that seems to be a frequent lesson in life.

That's garbage. People are garbage, sometimes.

A few years ago, someone broke into my sister's house (you can guess how that ended), and then someone broke into my friend's car, stole my birthday gifts.

Anyone up for some Siberian Workfare Programs?

sucks
some douche-nozzle got my car last week. in the middle of suburbia.

I'm really sorry, Stace...With any luck, the fucker will have their fun stuff melt off.

Some brainiac tried to literally PEEL the back window from my car before figuring out they could just pop out the little back window. Fucker.

That sucks Stace :(

Believe me, I know how it feels.

not even gossip bloggers can escape the cosmic forces of karma these days... the end must be near

Thanks guys, I love you all. Well ... Except for Ken B. I hope he gets brain herpes too.

Oh, and *momentarily, dur. Brain fart.

Quick story; a friend of mine found his car broken into just like yours. He was so angry that he booby trapped the replacement stereo and kept parking in the same place as before hoping the same person would try again. Sure enough a few weeks later, someone did. He smashed the window out, reached in behind the dashboard frame to rip out the stereo, and got the shock of his life when a spring loaded razor blade came down on his hand. We heard a blood-curdling scream and found the smashed window and the front seat covered in blood- and the new stereo still in place. The police later picked him up at the local ER and found among other things several dozen stolen car stereos at his apartment- including my friend's original one. I don't envy the burglar who tries to break into his HOUSE...but that's another story.

ouch, talk about yer classic 'dish' it out but cant take it... would type more but i suddenlyhavethisstrangefeelinginmybrain.........

Well, at least Brain Herpes is one disease that Paris Hilton can't catch!

Yeah, welcome to Philadelphia. My car got broken into like 2 or 3 times while I was in Queen Village/South Philly. One time the geniuses stole my faceplate but not my stereo. So they just broke all the windows. Thanks.

Funny story...my friend Lori had her car broken into in Fairmount, and they stole, like, her Tori Amos and Ani Difranco mix tapes, and LEFT her old, POS cell phone. She was impersonating what they were thinking like, "Mix tapes, sure, ok...wait wtf??? Leave that piece of s%$t cell phone, who the f%^k wants that thing!"

That sucks, Stacey - I hope your day improved later... ;-)

Bleujayone,

revenge is great and all, but seriously, I don't think I'd use a method which resulted in my car interior being covered in junkie/crackhead blood! Quite the health hazard...

Yeah, that is a great story... But I don't think I'd want junkie blood in my car either. I could catch AIDS from that.

Perhaps not. I would have thought it far more likely to catch a plethora of other blood-born diseases before AIDS. Thankfully his seats were vinyl and he bleached the bejeezus out of them. Still, I see your point. I myself would by no means put something in my own car that looks like it was borrowed from "Saw Meets MacGyver"as a form of anti-theft. But, it doesn't mean we all cannot enjoy the story second-hand. I know I got a kick out it.

I feel for you. I love your site, btw--been reading it since it broke off Pajiba. Funny(ish) story; My car was broken into, with the window broken on Colfax in Denver a couple of years ago, and my radio and all of my CDs were stolen. The only CD the thief left was, strangely enough, Guero by Beck. And I had to drive home in a snowstorm sitting on broken glass. Fun! I wish you better luck and that your insurance covers the damage.