I Give What You Recieve

I spelled receive wrong so the dogs are chasing me. Speaking of dogs... Someone said, I should work in a factory yesterday. I remember the people from the factory. The crackhead who drank Wild Irish Rose and got confused and angry when we picked up a pizza. How about the guy who always wanted me to loan him money with his Eddie from Iron Maiden tattoo with the Confederate flag. The AC/DC couple who obviously did crystal meth and the lady who was so coked out she never slept and thought she was high society. And the list goes on. Eat my shorts, Thad