Dear Constant Reader,
My landlord/caretaker/whatever-the-hell owns one of those luxury watches that you are forced to shove up your bum when driving through a sketchy neighborhood, and he never seems to have any money to buy cigarettes.
I've been - am I too kind - helping him out when things get low, and he still thinks that I don't offer enough to the household.
It's not just cigarettes, and cash.
I give of the love that Jesus has for me, and isn't that more than cash and cigarettes could ever be?
Arthur
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So This Is The Kind Of Thing I'm Talking About
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Posted by wewerethecoolkids at 1:55 PM
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