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Soooo... my car is a peice of crap. I get that. But that does not mean you can not help me out, and stand behind me and my fucking desitions. I know i may not make good ones all the time, and for that, im not sorry. But that doesnt mean you should go against everything i want to do
Im sorry, i do not have the money for a car that works perfectly fine, but when you tell me to step up, and try and fix the one i have, then at least respect me, for trying to understand. You have to ask questions to get the answers. After you get the answer, you learn. And that my dear friend, you learn in the first grade.
After you ask me to call your father and ask him for his opioion, do not just sit on your lazy fat ass, and ask me who im talking.
Dont make me stand out there in the rain, with out a flash light, looking for something, that ive never even heard of before. You said you checked it, you said it was fine.
He told me, it was supose to be red, and no icky smell. Well guess what??? It was orange with a sour smell. Shows how much you know then huh? It may not even be the whole transmition, it may be something small. Who the heck knows, besides the people that can and will check it. Im sorry, if you dont like it. Thats to bad.
& then!! dont have the fucking nerves to ask me what the heck he said, and in the middle of what im fucking saying to you walk away. Your movie will be on again, if not. Thats to fucking damn bad. It can fucking wait.
So maybe one time, in the past i dont know how many freaking years, get off your lazy fat ass and help me for once. I can count on all my fingers and toes, ive helped you fix your truck. Take ten mintes of your tv time, and help me look at mine.
Im sorry, i do not have the money for a car that works perfectly fine, but when you tell me to step up, and try and fix the one i have, then at least respect me, for trying to understand. You have to ask questions to get the answers. After you get the answer, you learn. And that my dear friend, you learn in the first grade.
After you ask me to call your father and ask him for his opioion, do not just sit on your lazy fat ass, and ask me who im talking.
Dont make me stand out there in the rain, with out a flash light, looking for something, that ive never even heard of before. You said you checked it, you said it was fine.
He told me, it was supose to be red, and no icky smell. Well guess what??? It was orange with a sour smell. Shows how much you know then huh? It may not even be the whole transmition, it may be something small. Who the heck knows, besides the people that can and will check it. Im sorry, if you dont like it. Thats to bad.
& then!! dont have the fucking nerves to ask me what the heck he said, and in the middle of what im fucking saying to you walk away. Your movie will be on again, if not. Thats to fucking damn bad. It can fucking wait.
So maybe one time, in the past i dont know how many freaking years, get off your lazy fat ass and help me for once. I can count on all my fingers and toes, ive helped you fix your truck. Take ten mintes of your tv time, and help me look at mine.