Well, our asshole redneck neighbors-in-the-back-two-lots-down, have finished the project they’ve been working on all week with a backhoe and dump trailer. It’s a goddamned dirt bike track and they are going full guns on it with not only a dirt bike, there’s a 4-wheel ATV and a small dune buggy too. :mad: Noise and dust everywhere, and I do not live out in the country! This is a residential neighborhood you mouth-breathing morons!
They’re drinking and not wearing helmets. I can only hope for a Darwin award contender.
That sounds like a zoning violation to me. If you’re sure it’s completely finished, and there’s no question about its purpose, it’s time to notify your city zoning commission. I say to make sure it’s finished so that they’ve sunk the maximum amount of money into it.
I live in the county; they’re pretty lax about stuff like this. When these rocket scientists lit their illegal firework pile off on the Fourth of July last year, the cops got pissed that they got called out for something so inconsequential. :rolleyes:
I’m interpreting it as meaning he is not in a rural area, but he is in county territory that is not incorporated into any particular city or town, where zoning regulations might be better enforced.
I’m guessing you don’t do “counties” up in the Great White North. What do you do to divide your provinces into smaller political subdivisions, shires?
It depends on where you live, of course. I can only really speak for this region (SE Pennsylvania) but I recognized the phrase and understood it instantly because we actually do say that here. (Well, I don’t…we actually live in the city.)
Are you fucking kidding me? Get a life you dumb whore. And take your ugly dog and its ugly painted toenails with you. And take your buddy and her stupid laugh and nasty greasy hair, too. And what the hell take the other ones while you’re at it. No one will miss them…I promise.
I live in California, but I’m officially calling anything outside of city limits “shires” from now on. Sort of like how I call the tiny room off of my living room The Conservatory (caps and all). . . oh, and my living room is The Great Hall. I like to be fancy.
I don’t know what she allows in her house, but I’ve seen the kids try to kick the teenaged cats when they try to drink out of the bird bath. I’m taking one to the vet tomorrow. He’s intact, and there is something wrong with his mouth. I think he got kicked in the face, Spike looked looked like that before I had his jaw rebroke and wired.
Butbutbut…
Honestly, I understand that us desert dwellers are worried about water. It just surprises me that people don’t keep water on hand in case something happens.
living_in_hell we really do need more details You are a terrible tease.
We don’t live in the country out here. We live in the sticks.
Now for my rant…Bill’s cat tried to kill me last night. I don’t turn the lights on when I wake up to pee in the night. I don’t even bother to open my eyes, I just shamble into the bathroom and do my business. After I had flushed, I turned the water on and suddenly got hit in the boobs by a screaming wet cat.
Scared me to death, and I tripped and hit the wall so hard that I saw stars, then ended up with bare butt on the cold floor.
I didn’t die from a heart attack, I survived the head injury and didn’t freeze to death by AC. I staggered back to bed, went back to sleep and woke up an hour later because I couldn’t breathe because said killer cat was sleeping on my face.
Thanks JLZ, he’s pretty happy right now, but it’s tearing my heart out to see him stagger so.
The RSS thing really sucks. What awful timing - though I guess there’s really never a good time for such things. What happens to the birds? Is there anything on them worth eating, or can you sell them as zoo food or something? I hope you can salvage a bit out of it
Hee! When we were looking around down here prior to moving, I saw this weird town name and laughed. Then realized that with my luck, I’d end up with it as my address. Sigh. That was 10 (!) years ago. I’m surprised actually at how many strangers across the country recognize it, it ain’t a big place
One of the goals in my life was to find Lizard Lick, NC. I found it by accident one day when I pulled off Highway 264 to get some gas on my way from Raleigh to Greenville. Now there’s a redneck show filmed there.
I can’t think of how I’d say the same phrase, here in the Chicago suburbs. Probably the wordy version that we do use, referring to “living in an unincorporated area/in unincorporated (next door town name)” - those areas technically “belong” to certain towns but only with regards to a few matters (like school districts, water, etc), and stuff like that post is more likely to happen there.
When I grew up in Wisconsin, those areas were called “townships,” I think, and though I lived in “the Town of (name)” we used the neighboring city as the mailing address. If I had to explain it back then I’d probably say I lived in the Town of (name) or “outside the city limits.”
