I like it. It would be great on a t-shirt too.
♩ Why do birds piss me off at dawn
Rotten kids, get off my lawn
I want peace, they long to be
Rotten brats
Long ago when you were born, Satan’s imps decided
that your neighbor would put in a swimming pool
They sprinkled bird poop in your yard
And let the monsters scream till you were blue ♭
Two, two, two minirants in one!
My wife’s car wouldn’t start the other day, and as I was home, I called AAA. The provider came out quick enough and was friendly enough, but he NEVER TURNED OFF HIS TRUCK ENGINE through a service call that took about 10 minutes! 
He didn’t use his truck to jump the car battery. Did I mention I have a dread of idling? I turn off my car at rail crossing gates and slow drive-thru lines! I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from telling him to SHUT IT OFF! I’m told gas is too expensive, but idling a pickup truck for 10 minutes tells me it’s too fucking CHEAP!
My other rant? Why can’t candidates give you a break from solicitations for a few days after you give?! I bet their websites, etc. keep meticulous track of donors and could be set up to do so. Somehow, the daily fucking parade of “humbly asking” and "Is your phone off? 
texts and emails is that much more irritating when you JUST FUCKING GAVE!
I gave to a political campaign once.
Your rant is why I will never ever do it again.
I have this issue but with NPR.
I donated a decent amount once. Then they asked if I could pay a small monthly fee, and I thought, I want to support them and I listen every time I’m in my car so why not.
Days later, they send me junk mail asking for my donation. Good grief! It’s like when a goat at the petting zoo won’t leave you alone after giving it some food.
3000 mile round trip out west no issues at all and 3 hours from home on I80 return we encounter dead stopped traffic in Chicago. A semi on fire. 3 fucking hours to go 5 fucking miles. Then it uncorks we’re through then some fucking crap in the road and semis and cars are screeching and weaving to a stop. Death avoided.
Oh but now one hour from home where they’re trying to fix the damn roads in fuxkong Zeeland they shut the highway down for an hour, dead stopped for I don’t know why. Barrels and cones all the way to GR. Still not home fucking 13 hours in the car.
Heh, I get a kick out of it. My gf gives money to politicians she supports. She also corresponds with various senators and representatives.
When she gets mail from the Obamas, Jill Biden, etc I pretend they’re consulting with her about how best to rule the nation.
Oh it gets better! Nearer to home I anticipate hangryness happening so I call the pizzeria and order the large special to go. I wait in line then tell them who I am and is told no such order, SORRY!
What! Turns out I placed the order with their sister store 3 miles back up the road. Another 6 miles added to the trip. Finally get home. The jalapeños gave me heartburn.
Gotta go to work today! UGH!
Makes up for the beautiful Colorado views visit with family awesome hikes beer, bowls and tequila.
You should work for a psychic hotline. Yep. Of course, he wanted to find out if his medical would be affected. Not happening. I am a christian, I need a fellow christian. Also, I need someone who will think of my needs. He’d said for months he was going to get me a loveseat. During those months, he got his friend a chair, bought a video game, bought episodes of sons of anarchy.
He wants to move, even though it would be more expensive, because the woman next door supposedly has a key and is coming in and cutting holes in his socks, using a scrambler to mess with his tv, and sometimes shutting off the water to his toilet.
Run! Run away!
This is not happening. These are the things people who are experiencing a mental health episode (e.g. schizophrenia) believe are happening. Nobody is sneaking in at night to cut holes in his socks. This is way out of most people’s league, and I’m sorry to read it.
Explain the holes in the socks, then!
If you seriously examined them, I put you could ascertain the different between scissor-holes and snags / wear-holes, but I wouldn’t want to get close to the socks of somebody in that state.
I mean, I remember when my grandfather thought the Jehovah’s Witnesses were sneaking onto his farm to plant marijuana, but he was nearly 90 and that was actually sort of a nice image. In a younger person, it’s a sign of a someone who is seriously unwell, and who I wouldn’t want to be alone with.
You’re probably right, but if the neighbor lady is a psychopath and into gaslighting . . .
i dont know. She takes care of the building, re vacuuming, making sure the washers are working, etc.
Thank you for making me laugh:smiley:
Darn!
Great. Now we get to watch the thread unravel.
Reporting this thread for socks.
Somebody may get reported for stocking