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I own a business and my 10 year old daughter has a gumball machine in front of it. We are next to the welfare agency. One day a wellfare kid (probably about 14) and his brother are tipping it over and trying to shake candy out of it. My secretary goes out and asks them politely to stop. A few minutes later they are back and doing it again. I come out, looking pissed. They run off and I yell for them to stop.
They stop I ask where there mom is. They say they are alone, live nearby and their mom is nowhere around. I asked specifically if his mom is in the welfare agency, he says no. I was sure their mom was in the welfare agency and I wanted to let her do the disciplining. But since she was not there I decided to scare them a bit. I raised my voice and told this kid he better not come back by there or he would be sorry yah da yah da yah.
I go back inside and a few minutes later the boys, their mom (holding a new born baby) and the authorities are there. They were all being led by one of the dirtbag welfare workers (welfare-tax thief enablers) who is standing in front of my office pointing at the door and yelling "He is in there, he is in there. Here he is". The boy is telling everyone I hit him. Luckily one of my customers was there who had seen the whole thing and testified on the spot I had not hit him. As well I am pretty big and muscular and I said "Show me even a red spot you punk (I was talking pretty tough). I weigh 220 LBS and if I hit you, everyone would know it. Where did I hit you?" Of course he had no red spot or bruise etc. he said something like "Well I don't wannna". The boy makes all types of other claims against me, his bag lady mother yelling at me. All the claims are pretty easily brushed off by the customer/witness who says "well he lied about his mom being here, how can we expect him to tell the truth about anything?" The punk, the old bag lady mom, my customer and myself yelled at each other for awhile, finally everyone just broke it up and went away.
Luckily I had a witness. Punk kids like that are would tell their parents.
They stop I ask where there mom is. They say they are alone, live nearby and their mom is nowhere around. I asked specifically if his mom is in the welfare agency, he says no. I was sure their mom was in the welfare agency and I wanted to let her do the disciplining. But since she was not there I decided to scare them a bit. I raised my voice and told this kid he better not come back by there or he would be sorry yah da yah da yah.
I go back inside and a few minutes later the boys, their mom (holding a new born baby) and the authorities are there. They were all being led by one of the dirtbag welfare workers (welfare-tax thief enablers) who is standing in front of my office pointing at the door and yelling "He is in there, he is in there. Here he is". The boy is telling everyone I hit him. Luckily one of my customers was there who had seen the whole thing and testified on the spot I had not hit him. As well I am pretty big and muscular and I said "Show me even a red spot you punk (I was talking pretty tough). I weigh 220 LBS and if I hit you, everyone would know it. Where did I hit you?" Of course he had no red spot or bruise etc. he said something like "Well I don't wannna". The boy makes all types of other claims against me, his bag lady mother yelling at me. All the claims are pretty easily brushed off by the customer/witness who says "well he lied about his mom being here, how can we expect him to tell the truth about anything?" The punk, the old bag lady mom, my customer and myself yelled at each other for awhile, finally everyone just broke it up and went away.
Luckily I had a witness. Punk kids like that are would tell their parents.
...because the fat son of a bitch ( who while trying to hardsell the kid, tells him he used it, and it worked real well, but now he's recovering from from a torn quad....which is why he is holding steady at 25% bodyfat, and has 13" arms) swears up and down it's as affective as Deca and Test............OK my rant is over.......time for some Ice Cream to make Pitbullstl happy.......it is Sunday.. 
