10-24-2013, 08:24 PM
He usually visits me by now and brings me my sack of first cut hay, so I called him:
Me: Hey maniac where's my hay bitch!
maniac: Crap.....its Turkey season loser.
me: Well.....bring one for my table then
maniac: nope
me: your going to jail for not getting insurance turkey ass.
maniac: Are you kidding me ........how
Me: They will snatch your tax return and buy a bat and hit you with it.
maniac: What's a tax return?
Me: Its homage for living in this great land
maniac: I aint filed one in over 30 yrs, why start now?
Me: They don't like people like you flying under the radar.
maniac: hahahahahaha
Me: hey maniac.......where's my hay bitch!
maniac: next week brother..........
me:
maniacs bitch wife: where's my pickles snookums....
life is good sometimes. Mainiac is about 63 and still kicks my ass arm wrestling. And I bet will still get social security at some point down the road.
Me: Hey maniac where's my hay bitch!
maniac: Crap.....its Turkey season loser.
me: Well.....bring one for my table then
maniac: nope
me: your going to jail for not getting insurance turkey ass.
maniac: Are you kidding me ........how
Me: They will snatch your tax return and buy a bat and hit you with it.
maniac: What's a tax return?
Me: Its homage for living in this great land
maniac: I aint filed one in over 30 yrs, why start now?
Me: They don't like people like you flying under the radar.
maniac: hahahahahaha
Me: hey maniac.......where's my hay bitch!
maniac: next week brother..........
me:
maniacs bitch wife: where's my pickles snookums....
life is good sometimes. Mainiac is about 63 and still kicks my ass arm wrestling. And I bet will still get social security at some point down the road.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.