The neighborhood kids are never around when the car needs washing. It’s not like I didn’t pay them last time.
Each got a dollar, a beer, and a pack of smokes to split. What more do two 12-year-old boys want? Their parents were pissed for some reason, so I promised that I’d never offer alcohol in payment again. I mean, come on. It’s not like I gave them copies of National Geographic with pictures of naked female bonobos for them to fantasize about in the wee hours of the morning.
I get really tired of all the unwritten PC stuff these days; I never know who I might unintentionally offend.
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