OMG!! Can you imagine?! Col would almost have to approve of such action! (Almost.;))
It’s hardly necessary, we have plenty of US military around now. Of course, when one meets them in restos they’re wearing bullet proof vests under their civvies.
The fellow in question was an idiot then. Diplos have diplo privs, and it is not up to one half-educated idjit to make other decisions. Fucking idiocy of the anti-Un campaign in NYC was just that, idiocy.
Abstracting away from that, I note the motherfucking Int. Sec. fellows hanging about 24/7.
Zenstre my dear, I have fine relations with my other neighbors – including Georges the irascable Xian who insists on lecturing me. It is simply the cars – but much more the idea of having the funny men with guns everywhere. Well not everywhere, on the corner.
Well, I shall have to live with it.
If it’s just the cars… “accidentally drop” some thumbtacks at your curb some time when you’re bringing the trash out. Problem should be solved in a couple weeks 
But you can always convert it into a nifty accordio-organ!
No more cars on the Sidewalk
No, none at all.
No more cars on the street
No, none at all
Banned
Banned
All the cars are banned.
Expect my neighbors’.
The solution’s simple. Just spark an international incident that causes your neighbor’s country to withdraw from the organization. Then they’ll recall him, and bingo, no problem.
Park your car on the sidewalk in your favorite spot. When you leave, replace with the Greased Lightinin’ prop from my high school’s production of Grease, which should be arriving within the week.
And hope that if they frustrated, they blow up Lightin’, not your real car.
I had a new neighbor
I did not like him
Not at al.
Parked his car here
Parked his car there
And now he’s gone.
Gone!!!
I had a new neighbor
And now I miss his daughter.
And he is gone.
Was there gunfire?
Was he bundled into a car with a coat over his head?
Was his semi-decomposed corpse found at the bottom of the nearest wadi?
(Or did he just move?)
How I missed this first-time around I don’t know, but it pleases me to a disturbingly high degree to see that someone else has discovered the true, intended, natural and full-of-chocolaty-goodness spelling of what the majority of the board refers to as “rap”. fizzestothetop, who otherwise is a candidate for utter perfection if she would stop hitting me on the fucking nose every five seconds, listens to it more because she knows that the two (2) ©rap, ah, … well, song isn’t what I’d call them though they are bearable. How about “©rap s(chl)ong” … anyhow, she knows that they get almost nil radioplay now, so there is no danger of finding a ©rap station/song that I will actually enjoy. Her largest fault is that she listens to the stuff on occasion when we are going somewhere and she is driving (she’s driving, her music). More often than not she’ll put it on the radio just to piss me off.
It is because I love her so much that I do not play Creed, which would very possibly cause internal hemmorhaging. Would that she cared more about my own;)
I Do Not Like Him, Quietman.
I Do Not Like this neighbor-man.
But would you, could on a train?
Would you could you? And not complain?
Would you could you in a box? Understanding could lead to Talks…
I would not like him on a train; I find his country’s politics are a Pain!
I would not like him in a box; His security team does ruin my walks.
I Do Not Like Him, Quietman.
I Do Not Like this neighbor-man.
Would you, could you, colored red?
Would you could you in a shed?
I would not like him colored red, I would not like him in my shed,
But Quietman, If my thoughts be said,
I’d complain less if his daughter graced my bed…
Yes, but I believe it was celebatory. Obviously I did not check in person.
Bit early for the last, as of yet.
Uknown you know, unknown.
I’ll note I very much like rap.
I see also Quietman1920 has improved on the poor poem of mine.
Yeah, but it still doesn’t scan:p
[sub]He likes rap. Well there goes THAT board crush. FUck fuckity fuck fuck fuck[/sub]
Sorry about that, although I largely listen to Latin and Rai, and Francophone rap. Not much in for the US gangsta stuff.
You had it easy.
My neighbor’s wife takes a plastic lawn chair out to the street and ‘supervises’ her poorly-prepared-for-real-life younger son from there. If the kid begins to leave her line of sight she screams his name in the most annoying banshee wail, the sound is much worse than fingernails on slate.
“Kyyyy-le! Kyyyy-le! Get back here! Do you want me to call your dad? Because I’m gonna call him now. Get back here! Kyle! Kyyy-le!” ad infinitum…
The invariable result is a screaming fit by the aforementioned Kyle; accompanied by the throwing of his bike and helmet in random directions to show his displeasure, he slowly makes his way back, pleading his case the whole way…
And where does this drama usually play out? Just outside of my front door.
I’ll take the men with guns. It just might get the wacko up the street who shoots off his pistol everytime he gets in a family argument out of circulation.
Well they did make me walk on the not quite as nice side of the street…
BTW Eva Luna: the guards turned out to be Chechens. Funny guys these. Quite rugged.
French rap?
shudder
Okay, I’m finally on board - ban his ass :p.
- Tamerlane
Y’know, I think there’s potential for a pretty good joke in there about “Latin rap” (Latin the language, not the ethnicity), but I’m not knowledgeable enough in either Latin or rap to make it. Anybody?