I've bought stuff of the streets of Harlem with a lot worse stuff on/in them than roaches. I eat roaches for breakfast.
Quote from: tbone3969 on July 26, 2016, 10:18:56 AMI've bought stuff of the streets of Harlem with a lot worse stuff on/in them than roaches. I eat roaches for breakfast.But what about brunch?
Quote from: Medic_wheat on July 27, 2016, 02:22:03 AMQuote from: tbone3969 on July 26, 2016, 10:18:56 AMI've bought stuff of the streets of Harlem with a lot worse stuff on/in them than roaches. I eat roaches for breakfast.But what about brunch?I've cleaned human shit off my daughters stroller. Make of it what you will. My wife calls me the Junk Yard Dog.
Quote from: tbone3969 on July 27, 2016, 02:39:09 AMQuote from: Medic_wheat on July 27, 2016, 02:22:03 AMQuote from: tbone3969 on July 26, 2016, 10:18:56 AMI've bought stuff of the streets of Harlem with a lot worse stuff on/in them than roaches. I eat roaches for breakfast.But what about brunch?I've cleaned human shit off my daughters stroller. Make of it what you will. My wife calls me the Junk Yard Dog.Sounds like a job for a hose. Apart that off and call it a day.
Quote from: Medic_wheat on July 27, 2016, 02:44:16 AMQuote from: tbone3969 on July 27, 2016, 02:39:09 AMQuote from: Medic_wheat on July 27, 2016, 02:22:03 AMQuote from: tbone3969 on July 26, 2016, 10:18:56 AMI've bought stuff of the streets of Harlem with a lot worse stuff on/in them than roaches. I eat roaches for breakfast.But what about brunch?I've cleaned human shit off my daughters stroller. Make of it what you will. My wife calls me the Junk Yard Dog.Sounds like a job for a hose. Apart that off and call it a day.Nah, I like to get my hands dirty. Best part about that story is I ran up to wash my hands after cleaning the stroller and by the time I ran back down the stroller was gone. Gotta love Harlem.