Those bastard kids stole our broom out of our outdoor utility closet last night. My mother found it this morning in another yard. I went out and got it, and guess what? Those bastards broke our broom. We've had that broom for twenty years! I know it's silly to get mad about an old broom, but if they were brave enough to come up into the carport near the front door to steal a broom, what's gonna stop them from taking the weed-eater or leaf-blower or the gas can next time? Fucking bastards.
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You don't have too. I would, only becuase I'm that evil. lol.
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I'm sorry you have to go through that. It just sounds like your neighborhood is going downhill.
*hugs you tight*
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