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| Here's the calvery. Comming to take my baby from me because I don't have a car seat anymore. I hope to God that there is a carseat waiting for me in that closet. Robby stole my pots and pans. I hope that car seat belongs to his mother. If thats the case, I can call her right now and ask if I can use it. The thing is, is that I know that Brock is the kind of bastard that would call this lady right after I spoke to her and tell her our situation which isn't her business. He introduced himself to the UPS dude, told him that he wanted to let the dude know that he objects to my taking our son. WTF? x 2. I hate that cracker. He needs to die. His mommy is taking pictures of the mess I left in the shed. And there's a big ass hole in the wall of the shed. She took photos of the damage. My damage consists of Jello, tomato juice and Brocks clothing items. | ||