No way. Hopefully Rene got to piss some of it away on useless shit from wish, before Bob pissed it away on traffic signs and radios. Our taxes have already paid for the traffic signs and radios that the real road crews and first responders use, but wisely they refuse to let Bob touch them. But he sure showed them. Similarly no church, ministerial school, or place of higher learning will certify Bob to do anything but badly read a passage while they are passing the plate. This makes him feel good and keeps him far from the plate. He showed them too. He just buys his own. Too bad playing dress up and making up names and even registering his little clubs that only he and rene are in has made anyone mistake him for the real thing. Poor Bob. He spent the whole check on road signs that will never see the road.
You can be sure he didn't put a dime toward fixing his leaky roof.
In no time, he'll be asking his pastor for money and bitching that every food pantry within a 150-mile radius of his shithole doesn't have the brands of bacon and ice cream he likes.
Funny thing about that leaking-for-years roof. According to Slob, it can't be fixed when it's too cold, it can't be fixed when it's too hot, it can't be fixed when it's windy, it can't be fixed in direct sunlight.
In other words, it will never be fixed because Slob can't find anyone to do it for free.
Another funny thing.
Slob can't climb a ladder and do 'manual labor', but, he seems to have no problem climbing ladders to put his useless antennas on telephone poles outside his shithole, installing weather stations, or bending and stretching to pimp out the Care Bear mobile with flashy lights, antennas, front and rear dash cameras and radios.
His closed spina bifida, neuropathy, arthritis, and living in pain ("constantly!, constantly!, constantly!, constantly!") let him do some things.
Those are 3 tricky ailments that seem to come and go.
