Having booked a moving company recently, I was a little put off when my movers arrived and one was a 15 year old emo kid, and the other was a 60-70 year old man with about 3 teeth in his head and only called me "girl" (not to mention they both shared the same hair dye). All of this would have been fine (if not humorous), had I not been seated directly behind Papa Emo when he picked up a box. At first I was horrified, but was soon able to collect myself enough to follow him to the truck to capture the moment again. I hope you enjoy it about as much as I did. I should note that Jr Emo did not share the same problems as his father: he had teeth and shorts...thank gawd.
Eww. How can a person not know they have that much crack hanging out? There should be laws. Oh wait! There are.
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