Okay, this is * first talking. Get this shiet straight…. its not your responsibility I’m sure not to take the credit card terminal off, but your azz had my info to set it up, you can surely have the same info to take that shiet off. Don’t tell me “As for the credit card terminal issue. It isnt my job to handle it. Just because I set it up doesnt mean I should close it. Its under * name. It requires her info not mine. Not my business why should i be doing it?” that shiet. Because its bull shiet. I gave you * to run… you know what you did… you ran it into the trash!!! You had all my info, my finances, my credit card, all of it. So don’t say damn shiet to me concerning that. Secondly, don’t tell me you had no damn time to do shiet. You sat up there for 2 straight fawking months on your computer, and it took until January 2010 to get the shiet from * on the website. July 2009 is when we got *. We got the shipment from *, August of 2009. I know your not dumb… I’m giving you some credit for math skills here, but listen to me… do the math on those months. And don’t be giving me bull shiet about the shop down here needed you(*) and you had to get up and leave that shiet… you had two months before you got up and came down here to do it. You told us to tell you what to do, because you didn’t like that crap about taking the initiative, so I told you what you needed to do, and then you come back with this shiet. Seriously. Damn if I do, Damn if I don’t. Can’t damn win with you….hence LOST CAUSE!
Don’t say shiet about shiet, because * and I work 15 hours a day for that damn house you are in, that damn water you take a shower, brush your teeth, wash your hands, wash your clothes, and take a shiet in. So don’t you dare say you gained nothing from this. You gained NO WORRIES about bills, no worries about a place to say, no worries on what to eat. * AND I worry about that every God Damn DAY!!!! Do you know how many nights i stay up and watch * sleep and I WORRY about the damn bills. I can tell you fawking every day night you turn off the lights, or I turn off the tv when you go to sleep. I pay the fawk attention. The stuff you use in that house, I BOUGHT. I go grocery shopping, I buy the personal household items, I DO. I spend the time to save money, to clean up the house. Hands down I do it. I vacuum, I clean the kitchen, wash the dishes, take out the trash, and clean the bathroom. WHOOPPIE DEE AZZ DO, you clean the fawking bathroom ONCE in 1 year and half. DAMN, let me bow down to you for that. Listen to me, no, read damn clearly. I’ve been nice, but GOD DAMN *’s been really nice. I could have had your azz damn a year ago if it wasn’t for * you would have been buried in my back yard next to *. So please don’t say we don’t care about your azz, and you care about us more. Because that’s fawking bull shiet. If I called all your friends and all your family. I bet they would side with us. We are not your family, but we treated you like you were, brought you into our house, into our business, into our family houses for everything. The only time we every excluded you is when I NEEDED alone time with *. I am not with you, I am with *, and you do put stress on our relationship at times. You don’t see it, because you never ever put yourself in our shoes. Had you, you would fawking realize, we have put ourselves in your shoes, that’s why we invited you into our home, into our lives, and treated you like fawking family. I didn’t treat you better or worse than how I treat my own sister and brother. I bought you clothes, bought you toys, movies, did your damn laundry. Ask you what you wanted to eat, if you wanted something to drink. We bend over backwards for your azz, common courtesy. You wanted to do vinyl, we got you the vinyl machine you wanted. You wanted a place to paint, you got a place to paint, what you wanted we said you could get. I asked you if you wanted your new glasses because you said yours suck. I told you tell me when you wanted to go because we both could go, but you don’t say a damn thing. You say you didn’t have anymore clothes, I bought you some. You expect us to bend over backwards for you, and you think its alright to say you wouldn’t do it for us. * was your family and he treated you like that, we aren’t your family and we treated you better than we would treat someone we knew for barely two years.
You lack common decency, common courtesy, common sense. You love playing the victim. You are not the victim in this case. Go tell everyone how bad we treated you and tell them the truth. Because the truth would never get you sympathy or even pity. They would look at you like people would on * and walk away.
Your azz has plenty to do. * is waiting for their big vinyl… where is it. I’m sure I did the black part for you…where is the finish product. You said that day you were going home to do vinyl because there was nothing to do here. Where is the finish product? HUH? The website is not done… where is *? Seriously, tell me. You have an excuse for everything, damn everything. But if you fawking open your ears and look at me you would know I know all the damn holes in your story.
You’re a grown adult. Hell older than *, yet you can’t seem to know or understand the concept of anything that is logical. *’s car is still sitting there, you had enough time to finish… your excuse… I’m not going to take time out of my weekend to do it… funny huh. * offered to PAY YOU! Not *, yet he is still rolling around in my car. Do you know that he broke my bumper on my car… bet ya not.
You got your camera… and I gave you MY 4gb card from my camera. You wanted batteries, we got it. You say you don’t have a car… you have one. You have all the cars we have at home. You get your pick, I even sacrifice leaving my car at home for you. I catch a ride with * so you would have a car at home. You seriously don’t open your eyes and see what we DO FOR YOU. You say you have no car. You had the 240, you didn’t have to sell it, no one told you to. You could have put a d-tag/drive-away on it like you did at the end and drove it around. If you needed a new windshield all you had to do was call the fawking windshield place and order it. You have excuses, but you have no problem taking my car for personal use. You jumped at the chance when * came into town. You took my car out to go get “Go Chicken Go” you serious? What would have happened had your azz wrecked my car? What huh? I would be the one paying to fix it… and you think you would have fixed it? Seriously, *’s Car is still sitting here waiting for your magic touch. Please tell me…..
Time you put into the shop versus the freedom of no bills, food to eat, place to stay, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair gel, shampoo, shaver, electricity, my laptop and internet for a year and half, my comforter, my floor, my rug, my dishes, my untensils, new clothes, new shoes, a place to wash your clothes, to dry it, dryer sheets, laundry detergent, a place to shiet, toilet paper to wipe your azz. You are seriously UNGRATEFUL.
For the shiet about *, you have known for weeks about them moving. You waited until the last week to do something and expect us to drop and do everything with you , when you did shiet for us. You had the truck at home, you could have taken it at any time to go get it. So don’t bull shiet with me. I know how your mind works. * and I worked 16-18 hours a day for the past two weeks getting the other shop up. Wow you painted with me. Wow, you help unload the truck. Whoopie dee doo. You know how many people came to help us that didn’t ask for anything… yet your the one the asks for EVERYTHING and in return you say we deserve nothing from you. Wow, I’m amazed you can sleep at night. Where was your azz when we moved the other lift huh? Where was your azz when I GOT THE MONEY for the DYNO. You would have never known shiet about the new shop or shiet about the dyno if didn’t say shiet. Seriously, I’m not down with that TUESDAY. YOU ARE A FAWKING RE-TARD. You sat there in front of me for over an hour…sitting and staring when you came back with *, but you didn’t tell me the light were shut off… ARE YOU STUPID? Must be, because * even thought you would tell me when you got back. Idiot. You care about nothing, “Oh by the way, there is no electiricty at the other shop…something about a note left by KCPL.” You are fawking stupid. Common sense, common courtesy, and common decency would be someone coming back and telling me right away. Idiot. I sat on the phone for over an hour and half begging them to turn it back on. I would have taken me less time had it not been so fawking close to 5PM. You are so stupid. I give you so much credit for nothing. I even gave you credit on *, which I should have because the shiet you say on there backlashed on * and I. Do you not listen. For the fawk you live in our house, hang out in our business … you are a reflection of us. You love to do that… you must love *, because he is giving you a high-five. I don’t think you hate *, you must be doing it to get back into his good graces…because you are our worse enemy, and you are your own worse enemy. Banned from *, banned from Illinios forum. You should banned yourself from my house and existence. You damn irritate me for breathing at this moment in time.
You have shocked * into laughing out of amusement for what you did. Half the reason why he was like that last night is he didn’t want to come home and see your azz. Hell, I spent the weekends working at the other shop and going home and spending the night at my sister’s because I don’t want to go home angry and not sleep. So I went to my sisters and slept fine. I’m sure working hard for you.. You must own *. You get fawking every benefit we do with the same place to sleep, eating the same things as us. I buy shiet for you when I buy shiet for *. You get to go play the same places we do. You seriously are STUPID. You have the potential for greatness, but the motiviation of a dumb fawk. Get your azz together, because you are burning bridges. One day there will be no bridges left and you’ll be sitting there thinking about this email and saying I’m right. Because BITCH, I’m always RIGHT. Go around and ask my friends (since you love befriending them on FB and getting their numbers and texting them—they pity you), I do what I say I do, and I don’t bull shiet. I don’t make excuses. Can your azz say the same. People see me and they know what they get. If I saw you back then, and saw this… I would have left your azz with *. I would have never bothered asking my sister for a favor to help you get your shiet from his house. I would have told her to forget seeing you, because I would have loved to forget who the fawk you are too. You don’t help me for shiet, you just bring me more aggravation in a day when I have a ton of other shiet I need to deal with. Like me sitting here doing this, I could have been organizing the back room and moving shiet like I have been since 9:45am this morning. You are an UNGRATEFUL LAZY AZZ USELESS EXCUSE OF HUMAN BEING… when I make a comment about WASTE OF SPACE, most of the time everyone in the room is thinking about you.
When do you want to leave (you think it will fix anything for you), but here you go. Tell us when you want to go, we will surely drive you to the airport and give you money.
But if I hear or read or see you say shiet about us, mark my words, I will have your azz.
I was talked down on, “the worst” Possible way. Yet I already knew what was going to be said. I was threatened. I have the right to post this on my blog. Do something about it.
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