Unfortunately or not, my level of appreciation for this group ain't too high. I kinda think their day goes as follows: wake up around 10 AM when mom opens the basement door and yells she's leaving for her nursing shift job. And now PO'd by having been wakened so early, bitch about not having a place of their own. Later in the evening they'll complain to mom about the above and having to pay $12 a month for rent, the mom knowing they don't have a job. They're justification goes something like this:
Nobody will hire me because of the way I look and smell.
You know I have to have the newest gen cell phone, I must spend $3K a year on the newest and best.
You know how crammed my day is: leave the house, get the skate board wheels greased, swing by the tattoo shop to be in on the latest and see if I need any additional piercings, swing by the park to see if any good dope deals are going down and if not, swing by the pot shop for some dinner.
Life's a bitch.
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Practicing social distancing for 65+ years
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