You've got to be kidding me... Part 2.

No, the police department isn't out of handcuffs or anything this time. Although, I think that would be more enjoyable news...

-ahem- TONY WRECKED THE CAR... THE NEW CAR! Now it was already in fairly crappy condition, extra crappy when you consider we've only had it for a year and a half and its a 2005, so ya know, fairly new as cars go. He, however, took care of that new car condition nicely: making the insides reek of cigar smoke and boy, scratching all of the hub caps and denting various small locations, and knocking off the passenger side mirror, which my mom ever-so-skillfully reattached with some electrical and duct tape magic. Nothing big, just some minor repairs and a fun day of painting for Duane's dad.

Then we walked outside this afternoon. On the replacement list: One passenger side. My mom just got home from work and I was putting some laundry in the washer when she opened the door, enraged, and asked if I knew the car was smashed. I, of course, said no and went out to inspect. There is this triangle of distruction around the front wheel and then a very deep... as in down to the metal... scrape about door handle height and 4" thick that extends the entire length of the car.

What happened? Good question; Tony's answer: Oh, uh, I don't know, it was just like that when I picked it up in the ENP parking lot after we left Vince's. Uh huh. Yeah right. The more compelling question, you see, is WHY DO MY PARENTS LET HIM DRIVE?!?!?!