g_whiz

It's 1250sq.ft., but it's no mansion. I live in the ghetto. ("In the ghetto!") And the roofers spend more time standing around smoking than they do working I think. It's funny when I come home from work, they all see my car coming down the street and start scrambling. "Oh no, tha massa'a comin'!" Mother fuckers must be half mountain goat the way they scurry up those ladders. But I have to admit, I have been messing with them. I've been leaving work randomly, arriving from different streets each time, surprising them for shits and giggles. Sometimes I park down the road a bit and come through the front entrance and pop out the back door and catch them smoking in the back yard. Is this mean? Nah. I haven't said a damn think about Hank Williams, Jr., or the III. All's fair in roofing and war.

Did he get trimmed? Look at him all sassy and groomed!