Oh yes- I won the money but for you people to come to my door and ask me for a f@$%ing handout when you LET your kids throw beer bottles at my house and call me nigger is un-f!@#^ing- believable. I cannot believe this crap. How DARE you have this much nerve! Here's the thing- how 'bout if you keep your CRAP to yourself and be DECENT to people BEFOREHAND? It just doesn't work well calling me names and kicking my garage door and then kissing my a$$ in hopes I'll reward you backa$$ hillbillies with money you'll just go spend on crack. Your kids are atrocious, and they're atrocious because your parenting skills are atrocious. I don't care what your money problems are, I don't care about your husband's disability. I DON'T CARE. Don't be nice to me, don't pretend we're friends, don't stand up on my porch screaming that my kid pushed your kid- when it was YOUR filthy mouthed kid that called MY son a PRICK to begin with and then decide to come 'see how I'm doing'. You never came to ask me before...what am I supposed to do? Jump up and down and say 'Yay! They finally like me?' I never wanted anything to do with you to begin with- so stay the eff off my porch. You and your 16 year old highschool dropout of a son. GOD. You people are so... F#@&^ING IDIOTIC.