My son has been vomiting for three days now... I just want the shit to go away. He seemed better all day until just about 10 minutes ago... That's right, time to get the french fries out...
Okay, that's better...
So, I'm happy I have a rug shampooer at this point. And that reminds me of a funny story involving my dumb ass brother. See, my brother bought this car off of some guy. The car had no paperwork, and didn't really seem to belong in any tangible way to the guy selling it. But my brother needed a car and handed over a couple hundred bucks cash for this car. So, finding no way to prove the car belonged to anyone to buy it from on paper, he picked up an old plate that was lying on the road once, put my registration sticker (that he stole when it came in the mail) and drove the car as though it were legal.
Sometime while driving this car of questionable origin, he borrowed my mothers professional rug shampooer. Soon after he borrowed it, he got in an accident or got pulled over for something stupid. (the details evade me now, but the result was the same) The car was impounded and was to be destroyed unless it could be proven that he owned the car. So before the car was "salvaged" my brother paid $40 to get into the car in the impound yard to get out anything of value... so after getting his $50 bag of weed from the glove box, he signed to have the car salvaged. And that was the end of my mother's rug shampooer. He told my mom he wasn't allowed to get anything from the car, but bragged to everyone else that it was the most expensive pot he ever bought.
Again... dumb-ass...
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