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So I had to go visit one of my girlfriends at the laundramat. She works there because she's too lazy to get a better second job, even though we can barely live off her first. Anyway, I took her little brat along. Cute little brat. Forget her (his?) name. Anyway, there it is, running around, being cute. I taught it to go get quarters out of the change machine whenever someone gets change. She (He?) can grab usually like two or three out of a five dollar bill--not much, but sometimes I can buy a beer with it. Anyway, there was the really rude blonde woman who was getting change. First she pushes the little brat's hands away from her quarters--like she needs that money as much as me, I don't even have a job!--then she tells me to control my kid. My kid? I told her, "Hey, that brat's not my kid." My gal gets upset when I say that, but I don't care what she says, it don't look like me.
Anyway, this rude beast finally went over to my gal and told her, and I mean rudely, to get her kid away from her clothes! Woke her up and everything, I almost felt sorry. I mean, she's got that night audit job, and the one at the laundramat, and she still has to cook for me and my other girlfriends. She has to sleep sometimes! And my poor little brat--can you imagine doing that to a poor little girl (boy?) like that? Little whatitsname thought she (he?) was playing, and next thing I knew, her (its?) little lip was sticking out and aquivering.
I almost told that woman what I thought of her, but I didn't waste my time. I had another date, and anyways the woman doesn't even have a dryer, so why would I want to pick her up? I got enough cheap, lazy girlfriends what can't afford dryers as it is.
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