I doubt she gets out of the chair to have the taxpayer funded food produced shit dug out of her ass by the poor, taxpayer funded CNA that is unfortunate enough to draw the short shovel at work, let alone cook.


I'm more pissed off the more I think about it....I was more shocked when she called, now I'm angry.

The harder I try to not judge people and be a decent, charitable, helpful person, the harder people try to make me take a tomahawk to them. I could seriously go roll a hobo for sport right now.


I'm fairly certain by looks that the offspring is "low functioning", but didn't get a good enough look while she laid on the bed, or gossiped with Mrs Grape while I was hefting boxes of books and stuffed animals and sofas and chest of drawers up steep ass, narrow stairways to the hovel where she'll masterb8 with a gold plated dildo.

That fat would dull your tomahawk in no time.....

Just because you don't get the point does not mean there isn't a point.

I'd sharpen it on my granite hard cock due to the mental images.

Are the poor supposed to be homeless or is that just the homeless poor?

Also people in prison have the same creature comforts minus a couple of things.

There are lazy worthless non-workers that I have no sympathy for but to say if you have a house you rent and an xbox means you are too well off to be considered poor is absurd.

There's actually a guy on a corner near my home that is notorious for being a "fake homeless guy". He really has a home and car, but he makes more money standing on a corner with a cardboard sign than he would working an average daytime job. I always see dumbass old ladies stopping to give him a wad of cash. Idiots. There's another corner in my city where these homeless people (yeah right) go to collect from morons. However it seems like it's a different guy every day. I don't think I've ever seen the same person there more than once.

I'm now doing maintenance work and one of my properties is income-based (translated: lazy asses that don't pay no rent). It's great listening to these people constantly bitch because we can't put brand new everything into the apartments that they're not paying for.

And even better is that I not only get to help pay for the juice and pop and potato chips and candy bars for the kids, I also get to pick up the empty juice packets and pop cans and potato chip bags and candy bar wrappers that they leave all over the grounds since their parents can't seem to find the time to teach them to pick up after themselves.

And then they have the gall to bitch when shit doesn't get fixed fast enough...well gee...if I wasn't spending 2-3 hours every week picking up after your kids and cleaning around the dumpsters that your ignorant lazy asses can't seem to get your trash into, perhaps I could get to these things in a timely manner? Wait, no, I can't say that because they'd slap a fair housing lawsuit on us.

On the flip side, I also take care of another property that is elderly and disabled, mostly poor ones that don't have anywhere else to go. And with a few exceptions, they are truly in need of the help and are very nice people to whom I'd do anything for.

Wow. No judgement, but I drink probably way more than I should and probably more than most of my friends, and 3 or 4 cases of beer a week would be way more than I can drink. If I drink more than 6-7 beers in a night, I am officially tying one on. I bet I on average do a case a week and I am starting to cut back.

No judgement but you are a soft bitch when it comes to drinking. 6 or 7 beers is a warm up for the real drinking to commence.

Used to be a guy on the Hwy 71 exit/Emanuel Meat Cleaver exit with a "please help" sign. Guy's a ****, but has an apartment, Midtown bars every night. Claims that because his sign doesn't say homeless, he's not deceiving anyone.

I used to live in the River Market and would see the same rotation on the I35/Broadway Bridge stop light. Looked like an Italian wedding with cash being handed out by dumbasses every time the light changed.

There's absolutely no f'ing way I'd still be mowing their yard. I don't enjoy mowing my own, I'll be damned if I'm going to do it for complete lazy strangers that are impaired simply out of sheer laziness and gluttony.

You've done your good deed for far too long....your best recourse now is to stop or chuck a molotav cocktail on the front porch.

I wouldn't mow a lawn for anybody but a widow or a disabled (legitimately) neighbor. I have several around me but they pay a service which is a-ok with me. I have a single mother across the street that seems to think I'll do plumbing or anything else for her for free simply because we live near each other. Every time she calls me over the first thing I tell her is the price I charge for those services. I'm all about being charitable and neighborly but I do this stuff 60 hours a week for a living...

Hand these fuggers at the street corners a business card that reads:

GET A ****ING JOB!

My wife gets that all the time. People are constantly wanting her to do graphic design/art/layout work for charities and shit. She loves to volunteer and help out, but after doing it for 10 hours in a day, the last thing she wants to do is start another project of the same type for free. She prefers to actually go work with people and do stuff that lies outside the normal realm of her career.