Fred G. Sanford

Nothing's too good for my girls.  This is precisely the reason I decided to bring home someone's turtle sandbox that I found discarded on the curb in front of their house.  I didn't even attempt this embarrassing maneuver under the cover of darkness.  Nope.  I did it in broad daylight...in front of the park we go to all the time...waving to our neighbors as I did it.  I threw it in the back of the truck, took a swig of Night Train and brought it home.  $16 worth of sand later and, viola!, we've got ourselves a ghetto "beach" (as my daughter calls it) in our backyard. One man's junk is this man's 30-45 minutes of peace and quiet. 

The "G." is for gimme dat free shit.