Just when you think you have it under control, it all blows to shit. Had a pretty good day. Got most of the issues resolved with the van, got the kids picked up and pudd'n to grandma land. I am about to get ready for work when I hear my front gate open. WTF?? In stumbles Fucking Moron!!! He's got some guy in tow. I instantly see red. Fucking Moron has the gall to show up blind stinking drunk to see his kids. Luckily Lisa was not here, just poor Bart. Muscle man explains he met Fucking Moron in rehab and was "helping him out". F.M. wanted to see his kids because "he loves them so much". I just about lost it when I heard that shit. We enlighten muscle man and to just how much of a loving father F.M. is. Don't listen to his bullshit, he uses his kids as an excuse. This poor guy thinks he's doing a favor and I'm blasting him. The filter on my potty mouth is off and I'm working up a good steam. I'm sick of this shit. I feel bad for dumping on this guy, but he needed to know that fucking moron was not some poor sap down on his luck. Steve, as always was the more calm of us two. I swear that man could win big money playing poker. He'll just hold it in and wait until it is the two of us before he begins his rant. If Bart had not been here, I would of beaten the shit out of fucking moron. I would of made what his crab infested cunt of an ex wife did to him look like a love tap.