Can you say sum-of-a-ditch kid with Richard Head Syndrome, who is probably no longer breathing and was last seen in the trailer of my 4-wheeler headed for a secluded area of my back 40 where there is a known bottomless hole?
Sounds like some of the stupid shiite the oldest of the three I raised tried to pull...but he also knocked the chick up and I made him marry her.
His lame excuse: "Gee! You wouldn't buy a pair of pants without trying them on would you?"
My response: "Maybe not...but I wouldn't crap in them so I had to buy them either!"
Now he is stuck with the little hussy and has lead a miserable life with her constant nagging and "catting around" and the two underachiever kids that resulted from their union.
Reminds me of the time I had to sell all of my stuff to pay for a hospital bill for getting too drunk . My Mom took me because some dumbass ratted on me and she couldnt tell I was just wasted. (oh I was underage