Tire Stem Valve Cap
There's this fucking cunt that lives across the hall from me. He's always disrespectful. He does a lot of things. But the thing that pisses me off the most, is when he parks in my spot. The complex has assigned spaces, yet he still parks in mine. The complex doesn't do anything. The manager lady just laughs it off.
I go to the closest superstore. I buy a fifty pack of tire stem valve caps, super glue, and a refill container of bb’s, with cash. I put on tight latex gloves. I open the pack and take out one black cap and squeeze a small drop of super glue inside. Then I drop in the bb. I do this with all fifty.
It was a cold winter. Cold enough to wear gloves. I was able to park directly between the cunt and the apathetic manager. I grabbed my tire gauge out of my glove compartment, along with two of my special caps. While circling my car and kneeling down acting like I'm checking my tire pressure, I switch out the caps on both cars, the cunt and the manager. The bb in the cap slowly lets out air.
Every three days I hear two different, but loud complaints.
“I just fuckin’ put air in it two fuckin’ days ago!”
“What the fuck is it?”
“There's no puncture, no hole! What the fuck!”
“I'm going fuckin’ CRAZY!!!”
It was music. They've both used all of their quarters on air machines. The cunt just took his car in and they couldn't find out why the tire loses air.
Bought a new tire.
The cap is switched again.