Today, Toby went to the flea market and now he's pissed at me. Lately we've been busy with yard work. I had to more or less resurrect the lawn mower, come up with a roto-tiller and trim some trees.
He found Jeebus recently and had been going to Church with his ho. (she's a whole other thread).
Anyway he said that after church they we're going to the flea market. I asked him to keep an eye out for hedge trimmers and that if he found some that worked, cheap, to pick them up and I'd reimburse him out of the petty cash.
He just got back with a pair of rusty old shears. What you trim branches with that look kind of like bolt cutters. I even showed him a picture of hedge trimmers before he left. Now he's mad because I won't give him the twenty bucks he paid for them. First, twenty bucks for a rusty old pair of shears is robbery and he was stupid enough to pay it. Second, they aren't hedge trimmers. I'm trying to explain that to him and he's looking at me like I'm explaining calculus to a Labrador Retriever.
1. He's not hearing about Jesus, he's being misled by Satan
2. There's several nice new hedge trimmers for $20 at The Home Depot, got one last week (Fiskars, not a fancy one)
3. Toby may axe you since he's pissed, so be on the lookout
4. Niggers can't even add to save themselves, so calculus is advanced alien technology to them animals
Coalburning is bestiality.
I'm always afraid to buy used cars. I'm concerned if it was owned by a piece of shit.
The current tags on it expired last November. He says the car lot where his fambly got it were going to "take care of that".
I'm not going to even bother. He's been waiting on the mail ( and bitching about it) for his registration renewal sticker to show up. Still believes that the car lot where they got it is going to somehow renew the registration for him.
It'll happen... and I'm going to laugh my ass off.