I. WANT. TO KILL. CHRIS.

Yes, you read that correctly. I want to kill Chris. The impotent rage coursing through me right now has no rival. He's bitching. Yes, bitching at me to get the car towed. Okay, I should have done it a few days ago, I'll admit it. We sort of come to an arrangement: I phone the wrecker's today, he cleans the car out.

He sort of did it.

But thats not the problem.

In order to send your car to the wreckers, you need your ownership papers. Quite understandably, since they probably want to make sure that you're wrecking your own car. But guess what? Chris either has hid them (great deal of help they are hidden) or even better, the dumbass PROBABLY HAS THEM WITH HIM. So, consequently, I who has called the wreckers will have tell them to not come and will have to put it all off until I can locate them.

I just wanna stab him once, is that so bad?