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11th-Jan-2008 08:43 am

Who's the bane of YOUR existence? Surely there's someone who pisses you off in such a huge way that it merits flogging, at least. 'Round here, we call that person a RAT BASTARD. Who is the person you most want to rip a new asshole for whatever reason? Go ahead - now's your chance to put them on blast. Start commenting, and have fun gettin' your hate on - and out. IP logging is off and anonymous commenters WERE welcome, but I've had to disable it since I've gotten six tons of bullshit spam comments lately. Sorry about that.

Go on - vent your spleen...

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11th-Jan-2008 03:48 pm (UTC)
I'm very fed up with the whole primary process, and people decided that such and such is already out of the race.

I'm really fed up with the backbiting and racism/sexism being displayed by the MSM and the Democratic Candidates in general.
14th-Jan-2008 05:42 am (UTC) - the stoopid

The ill-tempered man was walking his two little dogs around the abandoned school. I am supposed to believe that they were both on lead.

This particular abandoned school borders on some woods. Many people run their dogs there. This is common and acceptable behavior among the townsfolk. The cops don't care.

My dog and her doggie friend tore off to meet the dogs. The ill-tempered man was afraid of my dog (mid-size) and her little doggie friend (small).

He was yelling and I and my cane came up.

man: "There is a dog law around these parts."
me: "The dogs are under my voice control."
man: (trying to hit the smaller dog with his plastic shovel and not succeeding) "Some control."
me: (my dog went and sat on the curb. her doggie friend who was the object of the attempted murder backed away from the demented man and sat next to my dog.) "Mister, I am not in the mood to argue with you."
man: (my dog's doggie friend barked three times at the man. then they both ran back to me) "some control..blah blah blah...

The dogs and I continued in a direction away from the disturbed man who should be locked up and who was afraid of all dogs except for his.

The dogs were under my voice control. Just that my voice didn't tell them to do anything. Seriously though, I have been able to call my dogs (the one I own now and several others) off of a deer in the woods. That is pretty good voice control.

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