I don't post on here to gain popularity. When someone needs the light of truth shined on them, it shines. Why does this society we live in glorify bad behavior yet ignore decency and humanity?
The guy who finds a cell phone accidentally left on a sink in a public restroom who then turns it into the front desk gets nothing, while the gold toothed grinning "playah" who purposely spills piping hot coffee on his nads, sues the restaurant for a million dollars is held in triumph.
So here is the deal. You side with someone who lies and manipulates their way through life, blantantly abuses drugs of many shapes and forms without a care in the world, yet takes credit for any positive outcome in a life spun out of control that resulted in either the efforts of those who enable them, or most likely pure happenstance. A person who has taken advantage of anyone foolish enough to befriend them to the point where obvious financial hardships where a result of said "friendship."
Most amusing is that I am a man of 220 pounds on a 5'-10" frame. My chest is 46 and my waist is size 38 and for that crime of not being built like a Ken doll, housewives the world over are hereby granted complete immunity from the following offenses:
1. Adultery in any way, shape, or form.
2. Remaining unemployed yet given access to 1/2 if not all of the
household funds to be used indiscriminately for the most
ridiculous of reasons.
3. Complete and total drug abuse in any way shape or form, regardless of the social impact, strains on the family unit financially, emotionally or physically. Absolute narcissistic nirvana simply must be achieved in any way possible short of resulting in death.
4. The consequences of lying, cheating, conniving, stealing, plagerizing, speeding, or overindulging will be suspended as long as Bob Patterson, residing in the State of Tennessee, remains on this earth in excess of the medically sound standardized weight of ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE POUNDS.
By the powers invested in me by Yoda, shortly before he died and right before the beer ran out leaving us to resort to a bottle of Albertsons mouthwash mixed with Lime Kool-Ade to finish off the last bowl, I hereby grant all housewives a life of guilt-free ease and merriment until the all empowering globally affective weight of 45 pounds has been lifted from the body of myself. Until then, MAY THE FARCE BE WITH YOU..................Always