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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.
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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