One Legged Homeless Guy Update...

If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about then you need to read this story first so you are up to date...

After I went to all the trouble of sawing down my neighbors tree so I could have some logs, taking a backpack from a middle schooler when they were walking home from school (they don't cry as much as small children do) and stealing a shopping cart from an old woman in the grocery store parking lot; (I dumped her groceries on the ground, geez you think I'd keep those? Well, I kept the pudding cups because tapioca is my favorite!) I couldn't find him. I searched all over under the bridge at the interstate exit and he was no where to be found. I yelled "stinky, homeless, dirty, one legged guy" and got no response. I was sad about this because as you know I've been saving the half eaten TV dinner I found on the ground, in the alley, next to my neighbors trash for him. No worries though. He will still be able to enjoy this meal because I put it in the garage next to my boyfriends transmission parts so that it doesn't accidentally get thrown away. I am so thoughtful!