Then you can go over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward food and a new house.”She tho...ght that over for a few seconds, then she looked me straight in the eye and asked, “Why doesn’t the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the $50?”I said, “Welcome to the Republican Party.”Her parents aren’t speaking to me anymore.If you know any Republicans that would get a chuckle out of this, share it with them.Most. He knew it was moreimportant to have people think Golden Triangle Assisted Living wasprestigious than actually work hard at being so.Alan's day started to take a downturn when he stepped foot into GoldenTriangle. Elaine Maydak, the union rep, was waiting for him. She hadsome papers in her hands and a smile on her face. That meant onething, she was giving him a grievance. This irked him because he hadbigger problems to deal with than whatever petty issue one of hisemployees were complaining. He scrubbed himself with a bar of soap out if his ruck and sat back on the bank to assess himself with his head clear. The wound in his right thigh was the only serious one. The bullet had gone in the outer meat and came out below his buttocks. The wound on his left thigh was a furrow, but was not deep enough to cause too much concern. The wound on his right hip was shallow as well, and was already clotted. His shoulder had bled a little, but was more of a burn than a wound. All in all, he had. I didn’t like that smirk. He had this all planned out. But if it was the smirk I didn’t like I sure did like that tanned body. He was as muscular as my dad and I noticed he had a home gym to one side of the pool.“So your faggot son sexually harasses my son at school every day even after he’s told to stop and you expect an apology from me,” Mr. Rooney said. “Have you ever propositioned Hugh, son?” my dad asked.“Never,” I said truthfully. Not that I wouldn’t like to but, with his reputation, I.