pencil fucked

when you go to a dealership of some sort, (car, motorcycle, RV boat, etc) and they do math-a-matical magic with your trade, the cost of your new toy, the finance guy and his crap, extended warranties, and when all is said and done, you have no idea if you got a good deal or not.

Bob: Hey guy, nice new car. How'd that all work out for you?

Rob: I have no idea, got pencil fucked at the stealership. All I know is its 359/month for the next 60 months.