How's go fuck yourself for an answer? Stop by here like an adult. What makes you think I give a flying fuck what opinions you chicken shits have of me? Are you fucking serious? Blew the cobwebs off the place? Yes, it's about me. Without me it's still shuttered with no water or electric in the fields or barns. No operating.machine ry. A track covered in weeds and grass. Two destroyed drags. Fields overgrown, trees down and busted fencing everywhere. A tractor destroyed by a squatter who thought he was cute. One guy showed up and remedied it, me. Like I give a fuck what you or anyone else says, seriously? Stop by, expose who you are. Then we can really talk and I'll take you around the farm to see what I didn't do.

All for free Mike? If not, then you're bragging about getting a job, that's kind of pathetic. And because of how you've treated others that have taken your call, I'm reticent to drop by and chew the fat with you. Don't need the headache and at the end of the day that's all you are. The irony is you have Jeff Gural have more in common then you don't---except the money of course. And don't forget to charge OT to the boss.

Give us your 20 in case I stop by Mike's and ask him to drive us to yours...

VaginaQ 

hey fanboy, I'd knock your little pea head into next week so give it a rest.

"you people"--there you go again Mikey, that's where you lose many that otherwise applaud what you're trying to do. In the beginning it was about the cause, cleaning up the industry of the filth. Everyone can get behind that. But somewhere along the way you made it about yourself and that continues today with your dreamland rants. Here's a cheat sheet for ya champ: you're not the first guy who's tried to get a commission to do their job better and you're certainly not the first guy who's worked hard on a farm for two weeks. Hope that helps you get back on track, pardon the pun.

How's go fuck yourself for an answer? Stop by here like an adult. What makes you think I give a flying fuck what opinions you chicken shits have of me? Are you fucking serious? Blew the cobwebs off the place? Yes, it's about me. Without me it's still shuttered with no water or electric in the fields or barns. No operating.machine ry. A track covered in weeds and grass. Two destroyed drags. Fields overgrown, trees down and busted fencing everywhere. A tractor destroyed by a squatter who thought he was cute. One guy showed up and remedied it, me. Like I give a fuck what you or anyone else says, seriously? Stop by, expose who you are. Then we can really talk and I'll take you around the farm to see what I didn't do.

Give us your 20 in case I stop by Mike's and ask him to drive us to yours...

VaginaQ 

Defensive? Say your name. Other than that you were incorrect on each point and I don't need your compliments. Place speaks for itself, it was dead and a mess. Now it's not. Remember, you people mean nothing beyond the bandwidth of Horseplop. Don't forget that...

"you people"--there you go again Mikey, that's where you lose many that otherwise applaud what you're trying to do. In the beginning it was about the cause, cleaning up the industry of the filth. Everyone can get behind that. But somewhere along the way you made it about yourself and that continues today with your dreamland rants. Here's a cheat sheet for ya champ: you're not the first guy who's tried to get a commission to do their job better and you're certainly not the first guy who's worked hard on a farm for two weeks. Hope that helps you get back on track, pardon the pun.