Got lazy as fuck last night and decided to drive my car through a Shell touch-less car wash. This happened. Fucking side skirt got smashed off during the wash. Had I not gotten out of the car to do a quick walk around after, I would have left without my side skirt, and it would have gotten smashed by the Jeep that was in line behind me. When I noticed, I went inside and talked to the cashier dude, and asked him to turn the car wash off so I could grab my shit (lol.) He said he couldn’t turn it off, but I could go in there at my own risk. At first I though, is this motherfucker for cereal?! but then I heard Drakes voice faintly in my head telling me I had to do what I had to do. So I said Fuck it, I’m bout to Yolo and walk up in that bitch to get my fucking side skirt. Waited for the door to open, walked up in there as the strong ass air jets are drying off the Jeep, put my hand up to show the Jeep dude I ain’t fucking around, told him to stop, grabbed my mangled side skirt, and Diddy bopped the fuck up out of the car wash, side skirt in hand and hair blowing from the wind coming out of the jets. Swag.
