I just hate Dickheads, Beaver Dick, and Chicken Shyts .

I just hate Dickheads, Beaver Dick, , and Chicken Shyts. Of the 3 two meld into the other. Beaver Dick and Chicken Shyt. If the person, is too idiotic or Chicken to meet in person, then he or she, must be a coward. Or at least without any balls, so it might be female. Seems no matter what I write, broadcast or otherwise the Beaver Dick, has to have his or her nose up my anal canal. Especially when he or she has no idea of the issues. Considering that now he or she wants to play couples shrink. Dig this, it had the audacity to whimper that he or she thought it was wrong of me taking money from my lady, to pay for the shop or help pay for the shop each month. If Beaver Dick knew anything, he'd know the shop, is owned and micro managed by The Knytes/WolfPack. The only thing in there I own is the tow trucks. Thing is in March shortly after My lady arrived, she had some physical ailments. Those required hospital involvement, that totaled $4,k since it was at the ER. The Club paid the bill but took the money away from the shop. With damn near being kicked out of the shop, it was agreed that the pay back to the club, would in part go to the rent of the shop. Now this Beaver Dick saying I'd steal from the Club is absolutely idiotic. Considering members and others have been whacked doing that and less. The Club, Honor Guard and the Sgt. Of Arms, have taken people to meet the Reaper for far less. They don't care. Whose heart they cut out. Or even minor surgery. Quick example; back in the early days of the Club, one of the founding members and I were eating at the then Flying J Cafe part of the Flying J in Boise, on Overland Ave, when it was still there. This loud mouthed freight hauler purposely tripped a kind waitress that in time became my wife, but in tripping Janice, the oatmeal, landed in my lap, as well as all over Janice. Bro got right up, took out his razor sharp blade and cut off that loud mouth freight haulers ear, with those words from Verizon, " Can you hear me now?" A year in Cottonwood, a youth prison in Idaho, and all was well. So Stealing from the Club is not something you do. Doing so is just signing your death certificate. 
This isn't the first time I have ran into this ; A rear end minded bikini bar security guy by the name of Ben, Oglviey, gave me some shit, over recruiting feature talent for our TV show from said Bikini Bar. When in fact all I was there for was the good cheese burgers and inexpensive beer.. Thing was I showed up there one evening with the GM of KPIH TV there in Chubbuck, and after the girls wanted to chat with me, as far as I gave a diddley, it was the cheap brew and food. In fact the only reason, I started going there was through an invitation from one of the dancers that lived in the same complex as I did there in Pocatello. If I had've figured out who he was at the time, well lets say his days of writing would've been over and he being feed for flies in a unmarked pit along I-15 south. Once I figure out who Beaver Dick is, his sentence will be of the same.
I have learned however, that beit Beaver Dick or others, there will always be those who are jealous, and envious of the Club and me or both . Outside of a few stubbed toes the Club has weathered the Obama economic storm, as well as the President Bush storm as well. We make money, keep out the riff raff, and maintain order. 
Look I truly love my lady, there are only 3 things on Earth more important to me, God, The Marines, and LexiBelle. 
Any mile, need to hit the rack, but I'll say it again, I just hate Dickheads, Beaver Dick, and Chicken Shyts.
TTYLY