Yesterday Big Poppy, (AKA my dad), made me work! I hate to work! He was like, "Okay Tripper, you need to clean out my car, your car, the garage and mow the lawn". I was not happy with this demand. So I decided to take the high road and do the work. First I cleaned out his car. Yes I said "HIS" car. Why do I have to clean out HIS car when it's not MY car. I took everything out of the car and I swept it. Then I did the same to my car and I mowed the lawn.
While I was mowing the lawn, I stepped on a load of crap that my dog had left for me. It's like my dog placed it like a perfectly laid mine. I stepped in it and I didn't even know it until I started cleaning out the garage. I smelt something nasty. Oh yeah it was my shoe which was covered in poo. Not very cool. Then I had to clean off my shoe it was horrible.
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This is just nasty maybe if you had some work ethic you would get it done fast. Since when do we capatalize his. I'm showing Ackerman so you have to redo it.
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