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graf, rap song, grumpytroll, james legros, lyric to tupac, motherfucker, wordssong lyrics 2pac hell 4 a hustler still i rise (with outlawz), nancy allen, christian slater, by jane anderson, comedies & family ent., makaveli video, alcohol, stupid games, gang related, entourage the complete first season, So on top of his drug income, he got this gravy also. Since then I pretty much gave up on giving money to beggars with some exceptions. wikipedia:requestsfor comment/plautus satire But when I see a healthy looking and well fed wikipedia:requestsfor comment/plautus satire beggar with more expensive wikipedia:requestsfor comment/plautus satire clothes on than me, he can choke on his coffee for all I care. So I walk in the store and check my pockets for spare change - to pay for my coffee of course. Shit, I don't have enough. So I go over to the ATM, there's three college age kids using the ATM. And I say "using" lightly, it was more like a place for them to chat. All three take turns to get some cash, it's all good. But they are taking their sweet fucking time like there's no one else around in the store, talking shit about road trips, then two of them decide that they didn't take out enough money from their trust funds (I know these are rich kids, judging from the huge shinny SUV they stepped out of while I was sizing up Mr.
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I got a guy stupid games here, cleanly shaven, healthy skin tone, with brand new clothes and stupid games shoes that I, who went to college and has a corporate job, won't purchase because they are too expensive (and also because Nike's labour practices are unethical, but that's another debate) and he's asking ME for spare change? What fucking bizarro universe did I wake up in this morning? Boy do I need that coffee, pronto. Just a stupid games side note — back in college I wasn't an angel and my friends certainly weren't either. One of them was a drug dealer, as a means of paying for college and having access to a steady supply - he obviously didn't get Scarface training on what not to do with your supply. He didn't deal the hardcore chemistry either, but I digress. He would sit on a corner on Ste-Catherine's street and do his business, but while waiting for his "customers" he would also leave his cap on the ground near him and without asking, people would drop 80 to 100 dollars a day in spare change.
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