Thanks a lot to the bunch of crappy criminals that broke into my car yesterday. Have fun with my credit card its already cancelled, the deck you took, it only fits into my car, and the iPod, well there's a pass code on it. Have fun with my friends ghetto CD's, and my empty packs of smokes.
I noticed you also cut yourself breaking my window, may your hand contract some kind of crappy infection and fall off. —One PO'd chick.