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If I was to shoot a handgun off in the city limits, think I will spend New Years in jail?



I know it is against the law… and the animal rights folks would have a freaking fit.



I went to bed around 4:00am. What wakes me up a few freaking hours later?



The “Pets” of a family who lives down the street.



Three Roosters. Three Roosters who freaking do what roosters freaking do when the sun comes up.



Three freaking roosters that are to be penned away, as the City tells me.



Penned way down the street… out of my sight, hearing.



Not out in my yard, eating the seeds from my bird feeders.



Making that freaking noise.



I am telling you- I just need five, maybe 6 shots with the 9MM.



Hey- they are moving targets.



“Why, no officer. I did not hear any gunfire. All I can hear is the wonderful sounds of the neighborhood petting zoo. Maybe you should take it up with the City? They help me so very much with the rooster problem.”



Just pissing me off to no end.



And cock-a-freaking-doodle-doo to you to!

Nuts. Small tin of nuts. Mixed ones, all salty and crunchy. I got my hands on the tin when it only held a hand full of nuts left. Yes- my sister sees the mail before I do, so it made the rounds. Even went to Mom’s hands. Bet the dog even got some before me…truly- I bet she did. :)



It is from my insurance company’s cargo and truck/auto agent. Nice people on the phone, never meet them in person. What can I say- I hate sales people. Doing the small chatting and smiling … ewwww. Nope- phone calls are the way to go. I send in pictures, and he takes it from there.



It is just…what I pay for insurance- you think they would send me something I like thou.



A box of chocolate would have been nice.



Chocolate covered nuts even better. ;)



I can see that call.



"Did you like the nuts I sent to you?"



"Sure did. Can you coat them next time. Maybe in chocolate?"



Hey- I did not take that dirty, you did!



I am just talking about nuts.



* Eats a pecan, and drinks more water*

It seems that the agonizingly slow execution of Angel Nieves Diaz in Florida earlier this week has resulted in the suspension of executions scheduled in California as well as in Florida.



Took the asshole 34 minutes of quiet sqirming before he died. The IV was put in his muscle, not in his vein.



Funny- the article talks of his agony, but not of the victim or his family.



Sentenced to death in 1986 for murder of a bar manager during a robbery.



The man was shot to death.



See... that is why we should just shoot the SOB like he did the victim.



Eye for a eye.



Sorry, but there is someone in Florida that I want to see dead, and he is on death row.



Eye for a eye?



Give him the strength of a woman in her 70's. Let me back him into a corner in a kitchen, were he can not get away.



Then let me start kicking him, breaking fingers and jaw and bones in his face, knock out his eye. His teeth. Then let me take the knife to him for fun...



"[Capital Punishment] be reserved for only those circumstances where the standards of guilt are raised higher than "beyond a reasonable doubt" to the level of "virtual certainty."



So don't start with me that I am cold blooded.



I want the Son of a Bitch DEAD and if it hurts while it happens- it will just make me enjoy watching it even more.

It is that time of year again. Oh, joy! Joy, joy, joy. Happy Face Joy. School is out and the kids are bored. You know what bored kids do? Prank calls.



I answer the phone in the usually greeting, when I hear laughter. “How much do you move?” “Sorry?” “How much weight do you move?” Giggles. I rolled my eyes, biting my tongue.



“What do you have to move sir?” Pause and his answer tells me he is not a quick thinker. “A barstool.” More laughter. “And how much does that barstool weigh?” “400lbs.”



Ok… had enough play. “$260.00” He acted shocked. “I can move it in the back of a pick up for that. Good god...” I hung up on him.



He rings right back, asking to speak to the owner. I told him she was on the beach in the Bahamas. Hey- I can dream, can’t I? “Why anyone would leave a woman like you …” Yes sir, I hung up on his ass again.



Then he called back. I hung up as soon as he talked.



Again, and I answered it, using a deep voice. “State Police Officer Jones. This call is being traced as you have been reported as a…” He hung up on me that time. And I had the laugh this time.



“Little shit.”

People who move into homes that are not ready to move in. Like today. We arrive to find mud. Lots and lots of mud. The front door was a double door, and it went straight into the home. Not turns, no small doors to fight. Only problem? No stairs, no sidewalks, no yard.



That left the garage door that walks into the small laundry room, take a sharp turn to the left, and into the empty kitchen area. The doors? Standard size. So much fun to handle the triple dressers, entertainment centers, couches and almirah thru.



But noooo…it gets better.



The cabinet maker arrives a hour after us to put in the kitchen cabinets.



The painters showed up a few minutes later to finish the ceilings.



The heating and a/c guy a couple hours later, but was outside mostly.



The plumber was the last one to show up, working on the dishwasher, sinks.



The man who came to installed the garage doors gave up and went home.



But other then eight other people in the home- with only one way in and out – the move went very well.

Insurance companies.



I really, really hate when our cargo and truck insurance policy is up for renewal. One of many, but the most stress.



I get the pleasure of spending the afternoon filling out applications, separate income by percentage, hunting VIN numbers and maintenance records, and tracking down drivers to sign off on permission slips.



Never mind the review of company policies.



Then decide if the limits need raised, and if I can afford to pay for it on next year’s income.



It is only an 18-page form.



* rubs my forehead*



I am ready for a drink.

Quote: one day you'll eat my shit



"It's all over your face, tell how does it taste, when the lights go off and your head goes down, dont let a drop go to waste."



Rating the new members and found this. I sooo want the - 10 for ones like this.



I did not rate him.



Just pissed me off.

Showing the remodeled rental house yesterday and the couple who looked at it would piss off a saint. After nick picking the home- they decided to put an application in. Great as they took 20 minutes looking at it. I hand the clipboard over and the wife started to fill it out. “Do you have a key to the home?” the man asked me.



Let us say- he ruled the nest from what I can take of his attitude and comments to her. “Why yes.” “You will hand over all the copies when you rent it to me” I look at this man, coming to the conclusion I did not like him. “No. We keep a copy. The locks have been reworked by the locksmith, so we are the only other ones with a key.” He looks at me as if I was to not answer him, just agree. That shit might work on his wife, but I am not his wife. And plan to never be anyones wife again.



Not a person to ask a question of if you do not want my honest opinion. Never was one to bullshit.



“We do not enter the home unless you call for maintenance, and you would know we are coming. If you lock …” He does not let me finish as he says, “If I rent it- then it’s my home. I will change the locks and the deadbolts.”



* smiles * That was enough to know I would never rent to the man, and had no reason to be nice to him any longer. “Last I looked the deed on this house had my family’s, my name on it. And unless you have about $190,000.00 laying around to buy it, then you will not be changing anything.”



He left, telling me he did not think he could rent a house from me. No shit Sherlock.

Left on my profile:



omg you the loooong anooying banners X3 i will rate accordingly when a more civilized comment is left





KissAndControl

07:15:12

Dec 07 2006

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Civilized comment? From me?



Does the words "screw you" work? :)