Monday, September 7, 2009

Stop panhandling me -- I'm broke too, bro

I hate panhandlers. I hate my neighbor who panhandles me...every week of life.

Last week his "dad died of cancer" and left him all this money. Now, of course "he hates that sumbitch," but said "sumbitch" left him quantities of foreign money. Wads and wads of cash from other countries from a long long time ago, in fact. Now, as he kept telling me, he hated that sumbitch. Because he hates him so much he was really just looking to get rid of this money...for the low low price of $30. Not even the whole thing, just two bills worth 5,000 Reichs apiece.

A) If he really wanted to get rid of it, he'd be trying to pawn the whole thing off on me, not just the 1920s german currency (Germany was in a tremendous depression in the 1920s...and they said I'd never use European History!)

B) If he really wanted to get rid of it, why the hell do I have to pay 30 bucks for the privelege of taking what he's looking to dispose of?

C) He really hated that sumbitch.

I thought little of it until today when his car "blew a tire" and he just needed $15 to fix it. I was on my way to the grocery store so when I was there I got $15 cash back because I'm a gullible shithead. On my way back in the building he said he just needed $10 to fix his tire...

*sigh*

I hate that sumbitch.

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