i suppose you think you are hot shit for cranking your truck stereo so loud that the windows shake. but guess what? you're not. you're a lame ass sticky fingered crackhead peter pan. grow the fuck up.
you're what, 25 years old? already have a kid (by some grace of God, i'd love to know how you got custody of your little bastard. the kid's mom must really be screwed up if you have custody). been in an out of jail since your teens. i don't think you have a job since you seem to sit on your ass and yack on your cell at all hours of the day. must be nice to be such a man of leisure. on my family's dime, no less.
your mom and dad seem so nice. your younger brothers seem to have it together and have careers, or are in school doing something. why are you such a lazy shit?
it's not too late you know. even tho you have a record and you're a punk, there are jobs out there for you. unfortunately they don't take the skills you already have, such as filching things that don't belong to you and befriending every skank hound out there. go pick weeds in the farm fields. go work in a mini mart. or heaven forbid, look into going to trade school or college and get a decent career.
it's becos of people like you that make me want to move from this nice neighborhood. it wasn't bad when we moved here 10 years ago. now it feels more like a ghetto. and becos you make it feel like a trashy neighborhood, i can't even let my child out to play for fear of who comes around. but i don't have an extra $100,000 grand to move from this place, so i guess i just have to deal. such is life.
anyway, quit cranking the music. have more respect for your neighborhood. maybe if you treated us with care and respect, you'd get some in return.
sincerely,
cranky hormonal bitchy neighbor
ps...normally i don't talk this gutterly, but i highly doubt you'd understand a word i'd say if i didn't speak trash talk. hopefully you can even understand reading full words instead of ab-bre-vi-a-ted text or tweets.
you're what, 25 years old? already have a kid (by some grace of God, i'd love to know how you got custody of your little bastard. the kid's mom must really be screwed up if you have custody). been in an out of jail since your teens. i don't think you have a job since you seem to sit on your ass and yack on your cell at all hours of the day. must be nice to be such a man of leisure. on my family's dime, no less.
your mom and dad seem so nice. your younger brothers seem to have it together and have careers, or are in school doing something. why are you such a lazy shit?
it's not too late you know. even tho you have a record and you're a punk, there are jobs out there for you. unfortunately they don't take the skills you already have, such as filching things that don't belong to you and befriending every skank hound out there. go pick weeds in the farm fields. go work in a mini mart. or heaven forbid, look into going to trade school or college and get a decent career.
it's becos of people like you that make me want to move from this nice neighborhood. it wasn't bad when we moved here 10 years ago. now it feels more like a ghetto. and becos you make it feel like a trashy neighborhood, i can't even let my child out to play for fear of who comes around. but i don't have an extra $100,000 grand to move from this place, so i guess i just have to deal. such is life.
anyway, quit cranking the music. have more respect for your neighborhood. maybe if you treated us with care and respect, you'd get some in return.
sincerely,
cranky hormonal bitchy neighbor
ps...normally i don't talk this gutterly, but i highly doubt you'd understand a word i'd say if i didn't speak trash talk. hopefully you can even understand reading full words instead of ab-bre-vi-a-ted text or tweets.
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