Photographic Evidence. Exhibit A.
This would be my vehicle. With a live child in it.
That even though Captain A-hole doesn't trust me with my own nieces... it's nice to know there are people in this world who DO. And compensate me for it, to boot. Funny that two relatively complete strangers (I got this gig by way of a referral) don't have problems leaving their child in my care.
Cause according to the Almighty Infallible Older Brother who Shall Remain Nameless, I am an irresponsible, disrespectful liar. Is there any other kind?
Issues, issues, issues. So many that I should be my own magazine publishing company.
*Sigh*
Family members- can't live with them, can't directly knock them out cold with a billy club and then straight-up chuck them over the Santa Monica Pier with cement shoes...
What... Michael Corrleone had Fredo rubbed out... you don't think I know? I've seen the God Father tril, I know how it works, (sh)IT happens.
A family that slays together stays together.
And just in case this line has been compromised or tapped...
Killing is WRONG.
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