Lil bastard!!!!!
Imagine fussing with your parents things, and the consequences you would pay. As opposed to life in Toxichouse where apparently I have no rights.
I come in yesterday, again, my bike is moved. When I question it, Stoney asks why it isn't placed elsewhere. Of course I responded that I'm not accountable to something that came outta me. The nerve of the lil' bastard. Oh wait, it gets better! HIS bike? Was outside in the rain. I shouldn't have said anything.
BUT, this am, got my miles. Life is good!
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