then, as i stated I'd wait outside
so he wouldn't end up driving a car, i liked best...
i found myself saying
- where's the 2' tall, old man
in a pup rescue
do
you
really
expect me to go to a car dealership
when y'all know it's never enough and my g has always wanted a second, furry, vehicle...
did y'all really think i couldn't walk
loser row
with the other strange men and their sweaty, wadds of cash... and not look upon the scarred faces of the many American bulldogs n lab mixes (bdog, oft keeps pitts, from bein prematurely, killed; "terrier mix" 'es...)... nope... not the models g's interested in... notha dealership; same as ltr, who is now- 2dog shopping.
and i told his bitter, stubborn, cheap, morbid ass... deal with the pups... THEN, we'll deal with finding the companion... you can rest assured, will b the right woman- to leave ur pups... and home- to.
i know it bothers him, my home is an investment and not roots... i need him to embrace this discomfort... for his own good. we have some shopping to do.
u know, i walked in, of course, without knocking, yesterday and said (yesterday was a rough day for me- someone was burning alive)
-you are a stubborn, bitter, cheap cheap man, larry (i had made an unusual request- that coffee b ready for me)... you know the coffee i like and u can fucking afford it. if i wanted this kwrap, I'd have stayed home... and i think it's bullshit, i have to beg u to get a truck with a wing window because u refuse to learn to drive an automatic and u make me sit in that 30yr old recliner, without leather, heat, or massage...
i know he buys the same coffee i afford for ourselves... i know he treats guests better than himself...
this miser, has budgeted his entire life
and he's so fucking cheap
he continues to save and invest for someone he's yet to meet. dood (head) has dreams he can fucking afford and he sits around, makin tiny tim, shit coffee. hey, i love my Columbia supreme, medium roast
but thanks to that money grubbing whore
i know what better, is
larry can afford the best hearing aids, the 30k, teeth, implants and he dicks around with this bullshit, all day long.
he mentioned the coffee, later... sometimes, #3 talks too fast, or uses 50 cent words, he could care less about... said
-thought u said my coffee was shyt
we have same coffee
same shytty maker...
he should know this
it throws him off balance
-i was messing with you, larry
he'll probably change his trust, to whatever it was, before, over the morning's comments
as well, he should
but long as someone knows...
my heart's in the right place
i would just see me friend enjoy the benefits of his labors... live the dreams he shares with me and yes... a lil personal benefit: a fucking wing window that doesn't ruin cigarettes in the rain, a lil oxygen, to filter and he can remain as warm as he wants... long as the manual shift n bench seat, is big enough,
for 2 pups, to push 150lb individual toes, into
my
schnutz
so i may appreciate the 18 wheeler, belly dumps, 3/4 rock, in my glazed eyeballs, as my knees, crush into the new, registration... for what will likely b unfairly taxed, as a commercial, vehicle.