I can imagine him serenading your mom through the bay window in the kitchen in the burbs. Man that's a cardinal sin, you don't fuck the labor.
I can imagine him serenading your mom through the bay window in the kitchen in the burbs. Man that's a cardinal sin, you don't fuck the labor.
I'm going to SS this and email it to Lou Dobbs Live. So by all means continue.
I feel like James Byrd'ing me a nigga or 2 at this moment in time. Like real talk, im offended that someone has the audacity to enter the United states of FUCKING America without the express written consent of us.
I can get jailed for trespassing and being drunk, yet this nigga can Phelps the Grande and find a job? BLASPHEMY
He doesn't listen to the same music as my mom, so I don't think he's going to be a world champion of serenading. He listens to the Mexican music with the repeating Oompa-Loompa beats.
I bet that nigga rides his mule to Piggly Wiggly and tries to exchange pesos for US cake doesn't he? You're so lucky I'm not in Wisconsin right now, I would find this nigga and flip his shitty fruit cart over in the middle of the road.
Do you hire him to take you to the big varsity football games and shit? Having a driver on call is pretty cash now that I think about it.
I guess I should be politically correct and call him your "indentured servant" huh? Lord knows I wouldn't want to be painted as racist or anything, feel me vato?
Nice call guey.
My dad was a meth addict for most of my life. He went to prison a few years ago, straightened up, and now he's in some construction union shit. He makes a few thousand dollars a month now, but he never paid child support for any of his children so the government automatically takes half of any money he makes. He's never been there for me, he's never done anything for me. Even now, my mother is paying for me to go community college when she can't even afford medical insurance for herself, and I still haven't received any help from my dad.
The one good thing about him was that he used to buy me alcohol, but he stopped doing that quite a while ago, so he's pretty much a faggot now.
Have you ever thought about helping yourself by getting a job?
Step your hustle game up and do like his step dad does and open a fruit stand under the off ramp bridge. Gonna start callin' that nigga Spic Ross.
My dad was a drug addict, he left after I was born. He's now in Pennsylvania somewhere doing drugs and I'm pretty sure selling drugs.
My dad graduated high school early, started working for a grocery store, then moved up to work for a produce company. He eventually started his own garlic company with a business "friend", but they suffered from the douche embezzling dolla' bills, and eventually went broke. Lived with his mom for a coupel years after that, got on his feet, and now is the vice president of a respectable organic vegetable company.
Of course while he's rollin' in 200k a year, my ass has to settle for a broken 360 and no PS3.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT, HE'S SO CRUEL
My Dad now heads a firm that works in building materials, advising and dealing with acquisition etc, after leaving his position as VP of a building materials company last year because of various issues.
My Dad is an engineer for some company that does maintenance for skyscrapers in the business district of Downtown Seattle. Electronics & whatever.