They called me a few days later and said they had my bolts and wheels there, and I could drive another 120 miles there and back to go get them. I told themI only need the damn bolts, but the said I had to take the wheels too, for some reason, so now I have 4 wheels I dont need. My freind picked them up for me and left them on the front steps, because he was going that way on his way back to the island. I woke up at 2:30am and they were sitting there, so I decided to put the cart together, and finished at 6:30 am.
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I got to thinking, and I think I know where my plastic bag of bolts are. Up a chinese guys ass in the factory. He's probably smuggling out a bag a day. Its his birthright, since he doesnt get paid enough, he steals a bag of bolts everday, until he has enough to build his own home, for his wife and children. And hes pissed at Trump over the trade war.