I am not one to open my mouth unless I am going to tell someone to **** off. So, here it goes. All of you with something bad to say, **** off. I drove 10 hours, just to meet the guy. I had the opportunity to walk one of Kevins properties and saw everything on his property. He owns a lot of Chevys and has access to a lot of things that I would die for around these parts. If I were in a better tow rig, I would have brought home a whole lot more from his house and still plan on it.
Want to have a hard time communicating with somone? Start texting me. Ask Eddyj for proof, as he has already mentioned above. Want to buy some super stupid cheap stuff, be patient. Want to bitch and whine like a goddamned sewing circle? Do it via pm's or start a circle jerking group text. In the mean time, get up off his nuts. I don't owe him anything, nor does he owe me. What I will give him is respect that we all deserve until proven otherwise. Does he owe any of you money? Has he done shitty fab work for any of you? Has he banged your wife, your girlfriend, your wife's girlfriend? If not, then shut the **** up and quit acting like a bunch of spoiled bitches with a ****ing silver spooned wedged inside your vaganus.
And yes, when I rolled up he was elbow deep welding on a pretty badass buggy for a customer. He had multiple Jeeps in his driveway, some square bodies, showed me his buggy, his 69 or so Blazer and a whole bunch of other cool ****. He had so many parts in one shop that you literally couldn't go in it (it was fairly well organized too).
In my closing, WTF are we bitching about? Cheap or free **** we can't get? A guy that is busy as ****, trying to toss us southern boys a line? Or are we bitching because he doesn't communicate the way we like, in a timely manner according to our standards about **** that we want, but aren't willing to drive a long distance to get? Either way, they sell midol at all the Walgreens for all you bitches with synced up Manstrual cycles.
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