Even before smashing my femur, I have a firm rule. I will not help you move. No, I don't care what your circumstances are. If I like you, I'll let you use my truck to move your shit. If I don't like you all that much, I'll come drive a few loads back and forth for you. That's about it.
I don't help anyone fucking move. Hire goddamned movers. They're fucking professionals. You pay for professionals for professional quality work. Sure, they might break something now and again - but they break less than you're gonna break if you move yourself.
Plus, moving shit sucks.
No, I didn't move my shit to Maine. When my house was built (I lived in the house across the road), I still didn't move myself. I paid a company to come move my shit a half mile away. It was worth every fucking penny.
Moving shit sucks, at least they did not have too much in the way of furniture. No couch or any heavy things really, just a lot of boxes
That's not too bad - but I'm still not helping. I don't help anyone move. I'm not lugging your shit around.
It's okay - the reverse is also true. I will never ask you to help me move. No, I will hire professionals.
I hope you were at least paid for your effort - or somehow compensated.
Yeah something
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