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shaqdeezl
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my rant
For the entire school year two of the boys that live up our street stayed at my house after they got off the bus until their parents picked them up. They are really good kids. Naturally, when they got to my house they were hungry. They ate whatever they wanted. I never said shit to them. If their parents were late picking them up, I ensured there was enough dinner for them. They never left my house hungry.
I'm telling you these two little fuckers ate like it was going out of style. The little one loved Pop-Tarts. A brand new box would be gone in two days. Yes, that little fucker would eat four of them in one afternoon. They'd each pour themselves a bowl of cereal, eat chips by the truck load, and suck down everything we ever had to drink in the house. You know what? I never said shit. I just bought more.
In April I made my weekly run to the grocery store on a Sunday and returned with a shit pot full of chow. My boys were helping me haul the bags inside while their buddies (the after school crew) sat and watched. I made the comment to my oldest: "Man, don't let them start tearing up our cubbards yet. Make them wait until tomorrow." I reckon one of the vultures heard me and told his parents.
The next day the boys showed up with Chips Ahoy and a bag of Doritos. I didn't think too much about it, but I was a little worried they had heard what I said.
THEN yesterday I'm throwing BP to my two boys at the baseball field. One of the dads was out there and says, "I heard you wouldn't let **** and **** eat your food at your house." I was like, "WTF???"
So, here I am. I treated those boys like they were my own all fucking year. Picked them up from school if I was picking up my own. Would take them out for BP. Dumped a solid grand down each of their throats since last August. Fed them dinner if they were at my house when we ate. And this is the fucking appreciation I get? Man - infuckingcredible.
Sorry you can't follow my rant. I'm a bit pissed and I've no time to go back and edit.
Second rant of the day is done.
Peace.
SD
For the entire school year two of the boys that live up our street stayed at my house after they got off the bus until their parents picked them up. They are really good kids. Naturally, when they got to my house they were hungry. They ate whatever they wanted. I never said shit to them. If their parents were late picking them up, I ensured there was enough dinner for them. They never left my house hungry.
I'm telling you these two little fuckers ate like it was going out of style. The little one loved Pop-Tarts. A brand new box would be gone in two days. Yes, that little fucker would eat four of them in one afternoon. They'd each pour themselves a bowl of cereal, eat chips by the truck load, and suck down everything we ever had to drink in the house. You know what? I never said shit. I just bought more.
In April I made my weekly run to the grocery store on a Sunday and returned with a shit pot full of chow. My boys were helping me haul the bags inside while their buddies (the after school crew) sat and watched. I made the comment to my oldest: "Man, don't let them start tearing up our cubbards yet. Make them wait until tomorrow." I reckon one of the vultures heard me and told his parents.
The next day the boys showed up with Chips Ahoy and a bag of Doritos. I didn't think too much about it, but I was a little worried they had heard what I said.
THEN yesterday I'm throwing BP to my two boys at the baseball field. One of the dads was out there and says, "I heard you wouldn't let **** and **** eat your food at your house." I was like, "WTF???"
So, here I am. I treated those boys like they were my own all fucking year. Picked them up from school if I was picking up my own. Would take them out for BP. Dumped a solid grand down each of their throats since last August. Fed them dinner if they were at my house when we ate. And this is the fucking appreciation I get? Man - infuckingcredible.
Sorry you can't follow my rant. I'm a bit pissed and I've no time to go back and edit.
Second rant of the day is done.
Peace.
SD