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I got home late last night after making a road run for my daughters 20th birthday. My job was simple; show up with a pocket full of cash, and lay it down whenever it was appropriate, such as after lunch, dinner and breakfast for her, and a gaggle of friends.
From all outward appearances nobody looked like they were starving, but once a waitress asked what they wanted it was a different story altogether. They wolfed down Thai food, American food, and everything they could put in their mouths it IHOP. Not only that, they all carried doggie bags like I carry tools.
I didn't spend any time in her apartment since there were probably too many things there I didn't want to know about. The old lady had a whole checklist of things that needed to be fixed...and somehow the list found its way to my shredder. In my view it falls under the category of: Her house, her problem.
At the age of twenty, you should know how to figure things out on your own. Like for example, if the vacuum cleaner is broken, she should try to figure out a solution, like having it fixed, or get a new one.
Their kitchen floor is so dingy, said the old lady.
And my response is, So.
Well, she says, They need a new mop.
And my response is, They'll figure it out.
Believe me, if I hadn't duct taped her to her seat and put her in a headlock, she would be down there this morning at our daughter's flat cleaning the mess.
The old lady wasn't familiar with the Big Kahuna's Child raising rule number one, which clearly states that no time and energy shall be spent on cleaning the 12 year old child's (or older) dwelling. They are perfectly capable at that age to perform any chores on their own.
They can live in a chaotic, filthy and messy house that smells of Captain Morgan's Rum, beer, Cigarettes, Pizza, BO and old doggie bags, but not me. Let them be, I don't have to live there or eat anything from their fridge, or look for a clean plate and a glass to use.
It isn't my problem anymore, I've been there, and done that. In time, these three who occupy this domiciliation will realize and decide to clean up their mess. They'll get everything cleaned and sparkling, then they will have another party and it will come back to one.
Many of you have been sending emails apprising me of what is going on in the world since I made my pledge to lay low for 40 days and nights. One thing I have gleaned from hyou is that Obamessiah's pledge of a tax cut for 95% of Americans is a gigantic crock of crap. He knew this from the jump, but kept on taking the message to the gullible.
When the federal government cuts the federal income tax, but then adds stealth taxes on gasoline, cigarettes, alcohol, and every other conceivable item you can think of, then it really isn't a tax cut at all. Now add in that local municipalities, and states, are raising their taxes, and you have a net tax increase. Do you actually believe he didn't know this going in?
Obama promised to do some budget cuts, that he will go through every item on the budget and remove what is unnecessary, but this is just one of his promises he intended not to fulfill. He also refused to do anything about earmarks, all he proposed were lies, promises meant to be broken. He has already mortgaged your grandchildren's future for a mumbled promise.
From all outward appearances nobody looked like they were starving, but once a waitress asked what they wanted it was a different story altogether. They wolfed down Thai food, American food, and everything they could put in their mouths it IHOP. Not only that, they all carried doggie bags like I carry tools.
I didn't spend any time in her apartment since there were probably too many things there I didn't want to know about. The old lady had a whole checklist of things that needed to be fixed...and somehow the list found its way to my shredder. In my view it falls under the category of: Her house, her problem.
At the age of twenty, you should know how to figure things out on your own. Like for example, if the vacuum cleaner is broken, she should try to figure out a solution, like having it fixed, or get a new one.
Their kitchen floor is so dingy, said the old lady.
And my response is, So.
Well, she says, They need a new mop.
And my response is, They'll figure it out.
Believe me, if I hadn't duct taped her to her seat and put her in a headlock, she would be down there this morning at our daughter's flat cleaning the mess.
The old lady wasn't familiar with the Big Kahuna's Child raising rule number one, which clearly states that no time and energy shall be spent on cleaning the 12 year old child's (or older) dwelling. They are perfectly capable at that age to perform any chores on their own.
They can live in a chaotic, filthy and messy house that smells of Captain Morgan's Rum, beer, Cigarettes, Pizza, BO and old doggie bags, but not me. Let them be, I don't have to live there or eat anything from their fridge, or look for a clean plate and a glass to use.
It isn't my problem anymore, I've been there, and done that. In time, these three who occupy this domiciliation will realize and decide to clean up their mess. They'll get everything cleaned and sparkling, then they will have another party and it will come back to one.
Many of you have been sending emails apprising me of what is going on in the world since I made my pledge to lay low for 40 days and nights. One thing I have gleaned from hyou is that Obamessiah's pledge of a tax cut for 95% of Americans is a gigantic crock of crap. He knew this from the jump, but kept on taking the message to the gullible.
When the federal government cuts the federal income tax, but then adds stealth taxes on gasoline, cigarettes, alcohol, and every other conceivable item you can think of, then it really isn't a tax cut at all. Now add in that local municipalities, and states, are raising their taxes, and you have a net tax increase. Do you actually believe he didn't know this going in?
Obama promised to do some budget cuts, that he will go through every item on the budget and remove what is unnecessary, but this is just one of his promises he intended not to fulfill. He also refused to do anything about earmarks, all he proposed were lies, promises meant to be broken. He has already mortgaged your grandchildren's future for a mumbled promise.
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The Big Kahuna says the stimulus bill is a big load of crap. He also says you ought to buy pepper spray.
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