-sc
listen, scrooge... u sit there, checkin spot prices and my quarters, for guam/whatever the last 3 are... and you don't even know who ur saving for! u tell me ur dreams and u know i know that Donald/daffy/whatever, still in box, would prolly cover that sportster, alone... u know i don't care what kinda coffee i drink, or whether the lazy boy is 21st century, original, upholstery ;D, dating back some 30yrs...
what matters to me is that YOUR CHAIR, has heat n massage, ur teeth r implanted so u aren't dicking around with glue and we can, "eat cake"... and u can afford the best available, hearing aid tech... u even fill that shyt prescription, yet so u could make that imagery, appointment???
-larry the roofer
spare... if you want a wing window, get em on your car
now, the man wasn't wrong... it is a luxury, i would... for myself, but!!!
-sc
larry the roofer, now you're just being disagreeable and i did ask you if we could talk about this
WE NEVER TAKE MY FUCKING CAR!!!! and u know i can't breathe, in yours... u know, it benefits u, too... adds to the curb appeal AND! u, too... can smoke in the rain, unscathed...
-larry the roofer
i been thinkin about quitting smoking
-sc
fuck you Larry the roofer
fuck you
you know u said we could have this discussion and now....
you know u are a bitter, bitter... cheap son of a bitch, Larry and i would just see you take better care of yourself because you can fucking afford it!
it's not lookin good, on that wing window, business and u know... i did ask him about the lazy boys, prior to going about encouraging him to take better care, in a strange way (for some) ... and taking a giant dump on them... when i suggested they were a he/she set... from back in the pre-dinosaur era... he waved them off, and actually said something that meant, they meant nothing. i swear, he is honest to a fault, frowns on my... hmmm... exaggeration, for humor... and then i catch him in significant fibbin, situations. had i known it was his first wife's, y'all really think I'd have sat in it, much less, with my flip flops on? shhh... pft.
so then, i get accused of makin a promise... anyone who knows me, knows i promise, nothing... ever. man, i will try and ya know shyt happens that we can't always control... and that IS the best i can do... I'm human, too.
well, he said something about his ashes and guides peak, again. i made no promises: i will try. period. fuk, i break everything! ever see an urn? yeah... i break it, holdin it to my chest, while takin a dump and... I'm just sayin- best intentions b damned... the man ain't goin b pleased. besides- he's a cheap sob who'd complain if ya hung em, with a NEW rope.
said he might could go with me, to let the fam spit on n not speak to me... just a line on a map, from the 70, to placerville. i opted for the scenic route. he'll meet the old bitties n my fam and I'll perhaps meet some expired n hopefully, some living, family, of his. i said i need 5min, to hug one brother, in norcal... perhaps a cup of joe, somewhere else ;P and um... um... um... "the route you could tell me more about"... to placerville; the scenic, 4 day, tour... now, i did tell him, I'm a professional... if he thinks the motor, is shutting off, or his feet r touching earth, for any reason, before our arrival... he doesn't know me very well. 2mil, in the reaview... we NEVER stop. bj's and dock to dock... BAM! trucker specials and tcasinos, here we come... just the grub... i try not to play, these days. speakin of felt... carson city... bet the have some pelt, museums. yummy yummy
