Stand-up legend George Carlin once said: "Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize that half of them are stupider than that." Stupidity, of course, is relative; what one person deems common sense can be a revelation to another. But that's the beauty of the human experience, isn't it?
On the Internet, sometimes we call those kinds of people who make questionable choices "Kevins." The folks at the "Stories About Kevin" subreddit share their humorous encounters with Kevins and Kevinas that would probably put your personal experiences with dumb people to shame.
To know more about the community, Bored Panda reached out to the moderators of the community. One of them, u/Nightcrawlerben, kindly agreed to chat with us about the subreddit's popularity and where we should draw the line between poking fun and cruelty. Read their thoughts below!
The "Stories About Kevin" community describes a "Kevin" as a person "who consistently or greatly shows a complete lack of intelligence through incompetence of social and societal norms, or is purposefully antagonistic in their poor decision making."
Stories with small, understandable mistakes have no place in "Stories About Kevin." "If they misspell a word, or make a simple mistake, they are not a Kevin," the group's rules read. "They dropped something? Not a Kevin." Stories about people being rude or inconsiderate don't exactly fit either. A person has to be lacking intelligence to truly be a Kevin.
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To find out more about the subreddit, we messaged one of the community's moderators, u/Nightcrawlerben. They were posting stories about the Kevins they met on the subreddit 10 years ago, so, we were curious to know what, in their opinion, draws people to such a community.
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"I think people share stories about Kevins they have encountered in their life because they have found some enjoyment or entertainment from it," u/Nightcrawlerben tells us.
"Personally, I've had a pretty interesting life up until this point and I've shared these stories with friends [who] tell me all the time how this could be a story from Reddit. So, I decided to post them and read other people's experiences. It's nice to know that people can relate even when your life is going in a crazy direction."
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There's a fine line between poking fun at someone for acting silly in a harmless way and being malicious and mean about it. When we brought this up to u/Nightcrawlerben, they admitted that some of their posts come across as insensitive today even to themselves.
"I haven't posted in about 10 years and decided to look back on my posts earlier today. Most of my posts were from 10 years ago, it's interesting to read what I had posted, and the lingo I used. I would not post things with the same vocabulary choices as I did 10 years ago."
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u/Nightcrawlerben says that intentions matter a lot in this case. "Ultimately, I think it's okay to poke fun at ignorance, especially if it's something we can all relate to," they tell us. "We all have a friend who is constantly ignorant [of] the situation, but, in the end, we still care about that friend."
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The mod also believes people should keep in mind that there's a thin line between poking fun and cruelty. "We aren't out to make fun of people with malicious intent or talk about situations that are cruel. We just want to share stories that could have been frustrating at the time, but we've since then calmed down and shared the story for others to enjoy," they explain the subreddit's philosophy.
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As a moderator, it's one of u/Nightcrawlerben's duties to make sure there's no mean-spirited comments, harassment, and other negativity in the subreddit. "We will make [a] comment or DM the OP and either have them adjust the post or we will delete the post and give the OP a warning," the mod shares how they deal with inappropriate comments.
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Kevins On The Wildlife Hotline
Heya everyone! Just for context, I’m a hotline worker for my state’s wildlife hotline. Which means I get to see a LOT of interesting people. Here’s some of the most interesting stories that I can think of. These are multiple Kevins, not the same one btw!
Kevin found that his cat caught a bunny. Kevin contacted us to ask where to take it. Upon being told the closest rehabber was 20 minutes away (which is pretty good!), Kevin said he would call an ambulance for the bunny. A human ambulance. Kevin was advised that is not a good idea and we got the bunny from him instead.
Kevina is a new mom, who finds what she thinks is a baby opossum, who she says is probably too small to be on its own and needs milk. Kevina then explains that she can care for it because she’s breastfeeding, and she breastfed it as well. She sends us an image of the animal. It is an entire, very confused, rat. A wild rat. We took the rat from her. Rats bite. Rats are fast. I still don’t know how that happened.
Kevin contacts us about an injured hawk. Asks what they eat because it ‘looks hungry’. Advised to take hawk straight to rehab, instead of feeding. Kevin says he will give the hawk his recipe of mashed potatoes, because it helps him when he’s sick. Proceeds to get offended that we don’t believe in his mashed potatoes. Proceeds to get offended that the hawk doesn’t believe in his mashed potatoes either.
Opossum brought into rehab inbetween two pieces of bread. Bread was ‘in case he got hungry’. Kevina brought in a possum sandwich.
Kevina spams us about an abandoned baby squirrel, too small to be on its own. She caught him and is keeping him to give to a rehabber. Sends us an image. It is an adult chipmunk. Advised that it was, in fact, a normal chipmunk. I was then educated that chipmunks are just baby squirrels, and that I should respect my elders. Advised her to let the chipmunk go, which she did.
Kevina contacts about baby bears. Says she doesn’t see mom, so she’s going to ‘rescue’ them. When told to not do that by any means, she argued that she knew best. She sent an image 10 minutes later of momma bear with cubs, staring at her. Mom “came out of nowhere” when she tried to pet one. Nobody was hurt, miraculously
Kevin contacts us about 8 baby hamsters that seemingly appeared to him miraculously. When informed we are a wildlife hotline, Kevin argued that hamsters are wildlife because there’s wild hamsters somewhere in the world. Told Kevin to take to a rodent rescue close to him. Kevin argued that hamsters aren’t rodents, they’re mammals.
I’m sure there’s more, but here’s some off the top of my head. These are just a few over my first year, most people are lovely, so don’t lose your hope in humanity just yet. All of the animals here either were fine or got into care, and as far as I know they’re all healthy and fine now. If you find injured wildlife, please contact your local wildlife rescue or wildlife hotline, if there is one. If you have any questions, let me know! TheArcherFrog ADVERTISEMENT
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We were curious to know the story of the subreddit's inception. "I believe there was a different community where someone was posting content that people liked with the main person being called 'Kevin,'" u/Nightcrawlerben says. "Those stories became pretty popular and r/StoriesAboutKevin was born."
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There's a paradox about people perceiving how smart they are: the more intelligent you feel, the dumber you actually are. It's called the Dunning-Kruger Effect. The two researchers, David Dunning and his grad assistant Justin Kruger, did an experiment in 1999 with undergraduate students. They found an interesting phenomenon: people who are less competent at something usually tend to overestimate their capabilities, and vice versa.
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Dunning went on to write a book called Self-Insight, in which he explained that what we call "smart people" have higher levels of metacognition: they analyze and judge their ideas, knowledge, and skills more. "If you're incompetent, you can't know you're incompetent… The skills you need to produce a right answer are exactly the skills you need to recognize what a right answer is," he wrote in Self-Insight.
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I Had My Own Kevin Moment
I was searching for my phone earlier today and asked Siri to call my phone. My phone began to ring and it was in my hand the entire time. I feel dumb. fredzred
Ultimately, haven't we all at one point in our lives overestimated our intelligence, skills, or knowledge? I know I definitely have acted like a Kevina once or twice. So, let's not forget that while we chuckle at these Kevins. And, if you're looking for more funny stories when you're done with this list, check out our previous article about the "Stories About Kevin" subreddit here!
Warehouse Kevin Aka "Cultural Wasteland"
Back in 2023 I worked in a medical supplies (bandages ect) warehouse for about 6 months. The place had a horrific turnover rate because management was terrible and the work paid terribly. we had quite a few people come and go some of whom may charitably have been described as not the highest calibre of professional. a year on though one sticks out the most, Introducing Kevin the cultural wasteland, God in his wisdom did not see fit to grant Kevin much cognitive ability. here is a selection all of which occurred in the 4-5 weeks he worked there
Kevin got in trouble multiple times for vaping in the middle of the warehouse when he thought nobody was looking, we had cameras, he knew this
Kevin got in trouble for doing wheelies on his motorcycle in the parking lot, he responded by saying "but I wasn't even Inside"
Kevin told me he once got in trouble during a hospital visit for a hand injury because his knee jerk response to pain is to say the N word, the hand injury was not work related
Kevin insists that he used to be a successful [substance] dealer and that he made enough money to have a house with no mortgage (he was like mid twenties) according to him he was only doing warehouse work because "I decided to get out of that life while I was ahead"
We had a Lithuanian forklift driver who used to say "Bon apatite" to anyone she passed while heading out to lunch, the first time Kevin heard this he turned to me and a group of other people and said, in all seriousness, with a curious look on his face "Is she speaking Lithuanian?". It is this incident that lead to the nickname "cultural wasteland" given to him by the boss man himself.
There was a McDonalds very close to the warehouse that people used to go to for lunch all the time, Kevin left for that reason one day and never returned, He obviously had decided he was done working there but legend says he is still trying to find his way back. RelativeAlfalfa5724 ADVERTISEMENT
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The (Overly) Cautious One
This took place over a decade ago, when I was 17. I was getting my A Levels from a high school in India (I’m Indian). There was this Kevin who was a part of our group. Very funny guy. He had a lot of non-Kevin moments as well. But most of the time, he was a complete Kevin; I can’t be sure if he was playing dumb for laughs or just really dumb at times.
At that time, the [emergency contraceptive] pill that was easily available cost like 2.50 USD, was called something like 'Pill 72,' and had two pills in it. The first pill had to be taken within 72 hours of sexual activity and the second had to be taken 12 hours after the first. So we all knew that because it was mentioned in the little booklet that came in the box.
Well, one day, Kevin and his girl lost their virginities to each other. Of course, they used no protection at all. Kevin and his girl were at my boyfriend’s house, and we were all chilling. A guy from another couple bought the pill(s) for Kevin’s girl and handed them over for her to take.
Kevin, like the gentleman he was, opened the packaging for her, poured her a glass of water, and gave her a pill in her hand. Then, to our horror and amusement, he takes the second pill, pops it into his own mouth, and then proclaims 'done.'
It took us the next half hour to explain that he wasn’t supposed to take it; it was meant only for her. He still couldn’t understand. We made him read the booklet, we tried to find a video for him to watch. He was still unconvinced. It got to the point where someone ran down to get his girl another pill for her to take 12 hours later.
I heard he took the 2nd pill again, 'just to be safe.' In fact, the next time they used the pill, they bought two, and he took one set and she took the other. We tried to talk sense into the girl, and she said, 'Just go with it.' Head2Heels ADVERTISEMENT
A Kevin And His Wife Try To Walk Into A Cafe
A couple years ago, I worked at a cafe and met my fair share of... interesting people, but this couple takes the cake when it comes to sheer stupidity. For some quick context, the main entrance to the cafe is a door you just have to pull in order to open.
I was cleaning up the coffee machine when I looked out the glass wall to see a man and a woman approach the cafe. The woman tries to push open the door.
It doesn't work.
I figure she just did that classic thing where you're not sure which way the door opens and just try pushing first since it requires less effort than pulling. So I don't think much of it and just get ready for when they enter.
She pushes the door again.
Okay. Maybe she figured the door was just stuck. I mean, that happens every now and then, right?
I'm about to go help when I see the man walk past her with that 'I got this' look on his face. He confidently places his hand on the handle and...
...he pushes.
He looks genuinely surprised and tries again. And again. And again. Each time, he gets more forceful, at one point slamming his shoulder against the glass door. The two are so preoccupied with this door that they don't even notice me staring dumbfounded at them the whole time, other than being, you know, helpful.
Eventually, I figure that if I don't help, they'll either leave or break the door, so I push myself from the counter to go there and help them. That's when they spot an open sliding door on the other side of the cafe, leading to the outside tables, which are very popular at that time of the year, and decide to go around and squeeze past all the guests sitting there and enjoying their meals.
When they finally made it through, it's as if the stars and planets aligned perfectly. They look towards the main entrance to see an old man approach, place a hand on the handle, and... pull the door open with no effort.
It had been an absolutely uneventful day up until that point, so I had to ask a coworker who didn't witness this to handle them, and I just walked into the back to laugh. suspiciouslyrobotic ADVERTISEMENT
My Coworkers A Kevina
Let's keep this short and simple. For every 100$, 50$ at my work we run it through a special safe, if it's fraudulent claim we don't have money for change(even if we do), if it's real, dish out the change. Onto the story
I was working with Kevina and the situation went like this
"Kevina when someone pays with a 50$ bill, we need to verify it." As in, pass it through the safe, is practice.
"Oh no, I typed it in the computer, I was just giving her change." I internally face-palmed but I gave up. It was a real fifty btw so it didn't matter.
Later, I got a 50 myself and decided to call her over:
"What's the matter? Do you need change for the 50?"
"No, Kevina, I'm showing you what I meant when I said you need to process it first."
Kevina was a nurse (...) from a regional town, now living in the State capital. I knew her via my work friends where there was a small contingent of refugees from said town (she'd tried out at the job but was refused and remained on the fringe of the group), more power to them for running away from the farm.
There were some odd things about her but not my circus, not my monkeys. She once complimented me on how nice my guitar was to play, rather shocking me as I'd left it at a mutual friend's place, not really intending anyone else to touch it.
She once caused a bit of a scene when some plan involving her driving somewhere when amiss as she'd let her registration expire the day before, not driving on expired rego was absolutely genius on her behalf, letting it expire when she had a job and all was what was dumb.
One example of her odd behaviour was getting in someone's bed naked with her boyfriend in someone else's share house (OK?), leaping up in the middle of the night and running through the rooms still butt-naked (...OK?) and then reacting in horror when she found herself the centre of attention when she finally hit the kitchen, where everyone else was ( ... what?). Running around naked in someone else's house, sure, why not, but do it in style, for f'sake.
Anyway, on a whole different occasion there was a party at another share house. My friend had gotten his drum kit there but failed to bring any sticks. I had some as the kit had lived in my living room once, so I caught the bus there and in front of the assembled guests produced them from my sleeve as a magician would with a bouquet of flowers. Amazing ...
Some months later, possibly in the order of a year, she saw me again and asked "Do you still have those sticks ... because I want to test out this girl ..."
I had to disappoint her, as I was not a human Pez dispenser. If I could exude odd things from my person it'd probably be gold bars or moon dust, drum sticks I'd go to the shop and buy ... they cost about a dollar apiece. TRAMING-02 ADVERTISEMENT
Kevin The Culinary Artist
Some background: My wife and I love cooking. It's one of our favorite hobbies. We cook together at least once a week, and generally we make enough to have leftovers. We have very few microwave meals in the house.
Enter Kevin. Kevin is a friend of a friend who I had casually known for about 4 years. He had recently lost his job, couldn't afford his apartment and needed a place to crash while he got back on his feet. Feeling generous, my wife and I offered our guest room for a few weeks. On his first day with us, my wife and I made a meal together for all of us. Kevin was inspired(?) by our lifestyle and told us "Oh yeah! I love cooking too! Let me make breakfast for you tomorrow!". This was the start of a kitchen catastrophe.
Kevin tried to make fried eggs by putting an 8 inch skillet on the highest possible heat. The flames were actively burning the plastic handle. My house smelled like electrical fire for days.
Kevin noticed the smell the next day and insisted that my dog had s**t in the house somewhere.
Kevin needed to be taught not to keep his fingers in the path of a knife. He somehow consistently kept the flat side of vegetables facing up when chopping. We quickly stopped letting him cut anything.
Kevin could not fathom the concept of pre-heating.
Kevin thought the packaged ground beef in my fridge was noodles.
Kevin was vehemently against leaving the fridge open for any reason. He said that my milk would go bad because I had the door open for 3 minutes while restocking after a grocery run.
When my wife and I were at work, Kevin tried to make grilled chicken using pre-seasoned chicken breasts, and used a youtube tutorial (+1 for effort). He put the chicken directly on my gas stove because he thought it was the same as a grill.
Kevin kept suggesting that our little herb garden would be great for growing pot. I don't know much about marijuana, but I'm pretty sure you can't grow it in a tiny pot like that.
I walked Kevin through baking cookies from a pre-made dough. We watched TV while waiting. When the timer went off, I told him to get the cookies out. He came back to the living room and said "I'll let it cool down". He had tried to get the pan out with his bare hands, and left it in the hot oven to cool down.
I told Kevin that microwaving an egg would make it explode. This excited him. While I was at work, he microwaved an egg. It exploded.
The whole time he kept pretending like he knew what he was doing, and was "just making sure" with his questions. This was over the span of about 5 days. We basically didn't let him in the kitchen after this point. We learned after he'd left our place that he had been in a long-term relationship in which his girlfriend did all the cooking and meal prep. What I don't understand is why he felt he needed to lie. If he had said "I don't know much about cooking, but it looks like fun and I'd love to join you", we wouldn't have had a problem. Some bonus Kevinisms:
Kevin hounded us asking if he could eat our share of the leftovers. (We usually made enough for food for 3 people while he was staying with us) This wasn't stupid. Just rude.
Kevin called all streaming "netflix". E.g. "Game of Thrones is on Netflix on HBO Max" irrelevanttrumpeter ADVERTISEMENT
Airplane Kevin
This was a few years ago, so details might be a bit hazy.
I was returning home from a trip that I cut short due to a family health emergency. The flight was pleasant, but I was in a bad place mentally. I did what I usually do in situations like that and kept to myself, saying few words. I plugged in my headphones and started to listen to some podcast during the two hour flight.
Over the sound of the podcast, I heard someone speaking loudly in a pretentious nasal voice talking. I pulled out my earbuds and heard a guy arguing with a flight attendant about how he had asked for something several times but didn’t get it. I didn’t really care and tried to ignore him but he kept going, asking the flight attendant for her name and telling her that the airline company must hear about it. I don’t remember what he wanted, but it was some kind of drink they didn’t have available for some reason.
I returned to my podcast and raised the volume. Ten minutes later, by the podcast timer, he was still ranting in his annoyingly pretentious way about professionalism, respect and giving customers what they want. I switched to some rock music to drown him out, and saw the captain coming over to talk to him. He was flailing his arms around like spaghetti.
My worry about my hospitalized grandmother gave way to anger and I started fantasizing about all the different ways I would shut him up. The captain walked away with a frustrated look on his face, and the flight attendant started serving the other passengers and ignoring his attempts to stir up trouble. I think they got him some alternative drink which he never touched.
We landed, and I put my earbuds away to get ready to leave. He was first in line by the airplane door and I was right behind him. The door opened and an airport security guard was standing there to escort him through the tube. I followed, and by the end of the tube a higher ranking guard was waiting for him. He stood blocking the way out, and I saw that other passengers behind me were fed up with this guy who never shut up for more than half of the flight time. He was arguing about how terrible the crew and service was, and how he never had service this bad. He kept saying he needs to leave now because his family was waiting for him or some similar non-reason reason.
My anger was starting to boil. Should I shove him? Bang my pulling bag onto his leg? Punch him in the back? Would everybody clap? I had to head straight to the hospital, and everyone behind me had places to go. I’ve heard many stories about people like him online, across many different channels. Nobody would feel bad for them. But this wasn’t only about them, it was also about who I am and what kind of person I want to be.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm down as he was telling the guards how to do their jobs, and with the most aggressive tone I could come up with despite my stress and exhaustion spoke up. “Get the f**k out of my way.”
That F bomb was enough to stun him since everyone else was following a code of conduct required by their jobs, and for the first time since I noticed him he had nothing to say. The guards took advantage of his silence and started to move him away, hopefully to some back office where he will be delayed for a few hours.
I left the airport and headed home for a quick shower and a change of clothes before going to the hospital. My thoughts kept going back to that entitled guy and how he thought he could be a pretentious and rude guy with people whose jobs require them to be polite. Politeness never works with them, and sometimes meeting someone who thinks they’re scum is the wake up call they deserve. traveler-veil ADVERTISEMENT
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Kevin/Kevina Entering The Workforce
I used to work in logistics for a major sportswear company. In this position I talked to all departments and because any manager or lead in a department was too busy with "big picture issues" tied to any event they dumped getting everything there to the new hires, usually somebody fresh out of college.
In regards to the actual move, I did all the work on the actual transportation arrangements. All I needed were some deadline dates and of course pick up and delivery locations. Because the people were fresh out of college they had to overthink everything and make a major production of it all. A few weren't too bright and I had to be sure to get all the correct information, but it usually wasn't a problem I just tried my best to help them so they could focus on the event. One woman though was so incompetent just getting the basics was near impossible.
She calls me up and says she needs to get a shipment of t-shirts to our in-house screen printer. OK, this is an easy one.
Me: Sure thing Kevina, just let me know where to pick up at and I'll get this going.
Kevina: What do you mean?
Me: Where do I need to pick up the t-shirts that need to be screened?
Kevina: What do you mean?
Me: Where will the truck need to pick up the t-shirts at that need to be sent to the screen printer.
Kevina: I don't know. Would that be [name of company]
Me: If that's where the t-shirts are that need to be screened, yes.
Kevina: I'm not sure what you're asking.
Me: I just need the location where the t-shirts are so I know where to send a truck to pick them up.
Kevina: What do you mean?
This went on for a few more minutes, she even got upset and screamed at me that she was sorry for wasting my time and was going to hang up. I somehow calmed her down and trying a new approach found out who the project was for, then offered to call them to get this sorted out. That was a short email and I had everything I needed in the response.
T-shirts got picked up and screened in plenty of time for the event, I never spoke to Kevina again and think she only lasted a couple months. Ok_Ad8249 ADVERTISEMENT
I Think I Met A Kevanjela
My friend and I went to a local theater show. Six people to a table: two adorable gay fellows, my friend and I, and two older woman friends.
At one point Kevanjela randomly starts telling us about how she just got a new SUV. She tells us only her friend (friend beside) isn't surprised when she tells people that this is the third car she's had in less than a year. "Wow.. that's.. a lot..", we say. Kevanjela then tells us that her husband is Boberino and he bought each suv for her. There's one city counsellor who owns half the town who's name is Boberino and is very rich and in everyone's business. This is a very small town and he does not have that common of a name. So of course this makes sense that she's been gifted her third SUV in under a year. They've been upgrading. She's rich and married to Boberino.
My friend Lola says she's actually been discussing with Boberino on facebook messenger about some fundraising ideas she's had for one of Boberino's businesses that everyone knows he owns. Kevangela nods and asks to hear more. Lola and I know of Boberino well and as a city counselor he is very active in facebook anyways. So this makes logical sense. Kevangela agrees.
An hour later Kevangela pulls my friend Lola aside and asks to speak with her privately. I keep watching the show. Kevangela wanted to know why my friend was private messaging with her husband and if they were having an affair together.
Kevangela completely ignored the fact that my friend was talking about a business the famous Boberino owns and just assumed it was her husband even though no one would think of her random Boberino husband who shares a name with the owner of half the town.
Kevangela was so appalled at my friend for confusing her. As soon as Kevangela heard my friend was talking to Boberino, Kevangela immediately started texting her husband accusing him of cheating on her and did not think to first ask my friend, are you talking about my husband, Boberino Nobody?
Apparently Boberino was on his way at that very moment to the theater with their kids in tow to try and prove to Kevangela that he wasn't having an affair with my friend Lola.
I wasn't privy to the conversation Kevangela and her husband Boberino had once he got there, but i imagine it was something serious as she never came back inside.. superyourdupers ADVERTISEMENT
Louie Is A Kevin
Kevin was the adult son of an elderly woman my mate had the misfortune of "working" for, described as the curly headed gangster in The Simpsons. She'd worked a series of really quite c****y subsistence jobs, cleaning, house and pet sitting, this deal was she'd be all live-in carer for NO wages, but would be given the woman's old car on the happy occurrence of her death. One day the phantom son showed up and they both tried to double team my friend, merely make a false declaration to the welfare body that he'd really and secretly been living there as her carer for years and was thus owed tens of thousands in allowance back pay. She declined and was later told by the visiting nurse she too had been encouraged to submit a small VERY LARGE fraudulent declaration on his behalf. Need I add she was then fired with no car or wages of any sort? So Kevin pulled his master stroke and explained why she should break the law to help him rob the government.
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