So there's this punk kid, around twenty-something, no job, steals and sponges off anyone he can find who will believe his little sob stories. Sob stories like "oh my daddy threw me out" when his dad didn't throw him out--he just stormed out on his dad because he didn't like the rules--or "KFC fired me" when he quite obviously quit when he realized he'd have to do a little thing called WORK.
And he decided he's going to prey on my grandma's 80-year-old brother because this old man is the most charitable old Christian man you'll ever see. He had to move in with us because he had sold off his old property and really couldn't take care of himself as well as he wanted to anymore so we were going to help him take care of himself.
So that shitweed punk kid decides to try to act like he owns our place and comes in WITHOUT KNOCKING, always helping himself to our refrigerator WITHOUT ASKING. We get tired of this and tell the kid to learn some damn manners. He won't. So we tell him to stay the hell out of our house, that he's not welcome. The little assweed decides to convince a SICKLY 80-year-old man to move out from where he was getting good help and care because the little assweed wants someone who will pay all his bills for him.
TL;DR: An assweed punk kid won't learn manners and thinks it's perfectly okay to fleece sickly old gentlemen out of their money.
Submitted December 19, 2014 at 10:17PM by stepperbolt http://ift.tt/1zcQA7K offmychest
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