The other day, Burka Bitch came out of Little Iran with the new baby. It's not the mom of the baby, Burka Bitch stays in the garage and makes bombs. She had the kid with her, wrapped up. Now here's one of the strange parts. She didn't walk on the sidewalk. Nope, she walked on the parkway where all the dog shit is and it wasn't just our parkway, she walked on everyone's parkway rather than the sidewalk.
Okay, if that's what Burka Bitch wants to do fine, but why? What the fuck is wrong with the sidewalk? Maybe when you wrap yourself in shrouds to hide your face and body, you're required to walk only on grass and dog shit. She had shoes on from what I could see. Maybe it's her long hours building bombs that has made her edgy around hard surfaces. Drop a bomb on cement and I guess it goes off. On the grass, not so bad, maybe it will explode, maybe not. Anyway, the kid got out of the house to see the hood. Although I don't know what he saw, he looked asleep to me.
The handyman was over to put in an electric box in the hall closet. Golden Boy has wires going every where in his room. He wants the T.V. where there is no outlet so I have to re-wire the damn place. When the handyman went under the house he found a pool of water. It is suppose to be dry as a bone. He said the pipe from the toilet wasn't connected. So all the fuckin' waste has been going under the house. He's the only fuckin' handyman we have but he says it wasn't him that didn't glue the PVC pipe when he put in the toilet. Okay, no one around here admits guilt to anything, I'm use to that. But let's get the damn pipe fix. It did and hopefully the lake under the house will dry up in a few months.
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