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Nag? Oh wait a minute, uhhhh did I say I was single? I meant single in the sense that we are all born into this world alone and uhh...gotta go bye.
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Oh, so I did. No problem, we get together with her twice a month. No, wait, I believe I know her number by heart! She is one of our favorite friends.
She is like two rounded smooth ice bergs floating in a hot tub. My husband likes to play "Sink the Titanic" with her.
Say, I tell you boys about our gym teacher friend from the university? She is nice, very strong, keeps her hair cut short like a man. I usually spend four to six days a Winter helping her teach students how to snow ski.
Think I have some pictures... somewhere.
About forty as well, slim, muscular, a university instructor, likes intense bicycling riding and snow skiing. Never married, no kids...
Hmm.. just like Sherie and Monique, never married, no kids...
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You will note on my grade report card, she gave me an A or an A plus, cannot remember. Always took her classes! She enjoys engaging in extracurricular activities with students.
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dusty i agree with you. am not pumping. this is on my radar you asked and i responded. now - back to the off topic stuff ! glty and lets make some $$$ today.
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Purl, any chance of you turning on your p/m function for a minute? I've got something I'd like to share with you and no, it's not what you're thinking. It's an opportunity.
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quote:Originally posted by 66inxs: c'mon peeps. time to get going today. yes dusty FHAL is downticking but gapping this am so be careful with it. lets get the party started !
------------------------------------------------ One heck of a heads up... Forget my comment!..Ka----Boom it did go!
thinking back i have done the same... this is how i posted it. sidebar: name the stock, and thats it.. still you may of put some money in peoples pocket...
I just think sidebar:[symbol]--- may fly as a rule beaker..But no commenting on the stock.
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no harm done, dusty. i hope you and others did make some money. i was doing dd and didn't have a lot of time so i posted it here cuz people that have helped me were posting on this thread. next time i will do it right and open a thread in the correct place. off topic here from now on. hope you got in on this run too !
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Yeah, watch it, Bubba! Do not post off topic in an off topic thread! How dare you!
This is my personal ego masturbation thread and my mid-life menopausal thread! My thread! This is all about me, me, ME!
Harumph!
Well, except maybe for Amazon Blondes, rentals, naked gorillas, man bashing, lesbians, teachers, hot tubs, naked women, farm life, Choctaw Indians and whatever other hundred or so topics.
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"btw, did that guy that billy ray gave twenty dollars to ever make that right ?"
This will teach Billyray to allow me to go over there all on my own! He knows better! Maybe he planned this so I would get rid of the meth freak.
Yet another twist and turn. This time, my ornery side is in control, as taught by Okies and Choctaw who do not cotton two face liars.
Recall my husband gave him twenty bucks to pay dump fees. Previously we advised him to not be there at night, to get rid of the dogs and to get the F-word out of our house.
I go over right after market close, today, to change out door locks and secure windows. No big project, just remove the old locks and pop in new locks, make sure windows are locked or nailed shut. I also wanted to inventory what cleaning goods I will need to clean the kitchen, bath, walls, whatever, before painting and carpet.
I arrive. His crap Lincoln is in the driveway. Screen door has a new inside lock hook. I cannot open the screen door to key myself into the house. Around to the pit bull eaten gates, big pad lock on the gates and the pit bull is standing there looking at me, growling.
So, back out to the La Bomba truck to fetch a big framing claw hammer to pry the screen door open. I am already pissed off.
Back up to the front door, suddenly he opens the door then sees me standing there with a claw hammer in my hand. I a little concerned but not about to back off or show fear; he would take advantage of this.
Waving my hammer around in his face, "What the F-word are you doing? You are suppose to be cleaning up your trash." I can tell he just woke up by his hair, sleepy eyes, usual signs. This is about one thirty or two this afternoon.
The ass is back living in our house.
He backs up and I flash aggressive body language coming in. He tells me has been working hard and most of the trash is gone. He asks, "Would you mind if I take a shower?"
Now I think like my husband; how to make the best of these circumstances, "Yeah, go ahead, but make it quick. I have work to do."
He goes into the bathroom, locks the door.
Ah Ha! Not typical Billyray thinking. I hurry outside and grab a garden hose, which I had unloaded upon arrival to start watering lawns. I shove the business end through the driver's window, down near the floorboard, then walk over and turn on the water, full blast. I run about a half-inch into his floorboards, hose down his driver's seat, then pull out the hose. Turn the water off, hook a move around rainbird, set it up so the car will be sprayed on the swings to look as if the sprinkler sprayed water into his car.
I am busy working on changing out the front door lock, and staying close to running room. Darn, forgot my reading glasses and cannot see those F-n tiny holes those tiny little flat bars fit into when you slide the locks in. Now I am mad, all sweaty, my armpits stink, I am stressed plus I am having a hot humid bad hair day. My hair keeps crawling onto my face, into my mouth.
After a long time, he comes out of the shower all fresh, cool and clean. Before he can say a word, "Now, get out there, take that padlock off the gate, do not ever put it back on there, then get rid of those dogs, do it now."
He cops an attitude, begins cussing and stuff.
I lay my hammer over my shoulder like a pick axe, "Alright, a$$hole, get your F-n dogs, unlock the F-n gate, get in your F-n car and get the F-word out of here."
He is all pissed off. Walks out in a huff, goes to his car and opens his trunk. I yell at him, "Get your F-n dogs, get that F-n lock off our gate and get the F-word out of here."
He backtalks, cusses, says he is. SOB pulls out an overnight case, a woman's overnight case, a man's shaving kit bag, starts rummaging around for the key to gate. He is cussing at me.
He does not see but I see our next door neighbor, a nice woman, is at her window holding up a phone. I know she has called the police. This takes away some of my fear, which I do not allow to show for a second.
He walks by me cussing, yells, "What are you going to do with that hammer, hit me?" With calm and cool, "Yes, I am entertaining a notion of bashing your brains in. You assaulted my husband, you are a felon out on parole, I am alone here, yeah, I could bash your brains in and get away with it."
He unlocks the gate, fetches his dogs, opens a passenger door, orders the dogs in, then walks around to his driver's door. He gets in and sits. Heh, heh, heh... oh, if you could hear the cuss words from his mouth! You probably did if you live within two states of California.
He explodes when he discovers all the water in his car! I love it. He burns rubber backing out, is still screaming cuss words, burns rubber leaving down the street, burns rubber at the nearby corner, still screaming cuss words.
I would have set his car on fire but then he would not be able to leave, besides that would make a mess in our driveway. Thought about it, though.
He leaves, neighbor lady comes over, police arrive about ten minutes too late as usual. Long talk with the police, who are very nice. Police say they will do all they can to pick him up on a warrant, parole violation, whatever they can come up with.
I borrow reading glasses from our neighbor lady who watches my back for me. Finish out the front door. Back door is so F-d up, such a big gap, the bolt for the lock cannot reach the door frame. This is the door he put in with the big dog door. This one, I nail shut, then nail plywood over the dog door. Does not matter, we have to replace the door.
Out to the garage to put a lock on the roll up door, which is open. I cannot get it to come down. Stupid me and this is when I need my hubby and his skills. Inside, I jerk and pull then finally hang my full body weight on the door. Down it comes very fast, lose my balance, fall on my butt on a filthy floor. The garage door, a double wide, slams shut. I work at opening the door but I am not strong enough to lift it. I look, wheels are out of the track on one side and the cables connected to the assist wind-up spring are disconnected. Well, F-word. I found a piece of wood and pried things around to get the wheels back in the track. However, I can only lift the door about a foot and nothing to jam the opening. Eventually, I run out of strength and cannot open the door. I am stuck inside the garage. More F-words. Finally, I open a small window in one wall of the garage, just barely big enough to force my big butt through. Crash, a graceful landing on my big fat butt outside the window.
I think, "I should have set his car on fire then pulled a Psycho on him while he was in the shower, but hammer instead of a knive."
Oh, your question. Yes, the a$$hole actually cleaned out a lot of trash. Only about one, maybe two truck loads left. The worst of it is now gone, with worst of the trash being him.
My husband is not home yet. Kinda suspect I am in a lot of trouble when he asks and I tell.
All-in-all, an entertaining afternoon. I came home early, enough stress for today.
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that guy is crazy to keep coming back like that. next time call the police and wait for tjem to arrive before he knows you're there. at least, maybe he'll get to go to jail for a few hours. its hard to keep your cool with an a$$ like that.
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"Are you saying it was only fresh water you put in the car?"
I did not need to pee at the time, otherwise I would have dropped my jeans and did a mare number right through his window.
Later, after landing on my butt climbing out that garage window, I noticed big piles of dog sh!t around me. Missed my chance; dog crap and water mix very well.
I am sure this is the end of this story, other than rants about clean up and repair. Our police said they would assign extra patrol for five days to be sure there are no more problems. I doubt there will be more problems.
The police know of him and his record. They have been over there to the rental a dozen or more times. I am sure they are pissed off.
I also signed a "trepass order" suggested by the police. This authorizes them to arrest the boy if they catch him, even one foot on our property. All our neighbors are on the look out and will call the police.
There is justice in this. No real need for my husband, nor our rental neighbors nor me to effect justice. This is a man who will lead a very miserable life, as a strung out meth freak. Imagine, boys, what life would be like, no money, no job, felony record and strung out on highly addictive methamphetamine. Will not be long he will be placed back in prison or will be dead. Justice is he is leading an extremely miserable life.
Thank God none of us ended up like him.
You boys are to count your blessing as we do.
Have a nice single woman tenant lined up, already.
I was bluffing with my hammer. Truth is, I was scared sh!tless. I mean really afraid.
However, in a situation like that, you cannot afford to show fear. This is what my husband taught me when he introduced me to amateur boxing, which I think was an excuse to knock me around without getting into trouble. ;)
While confronted, to again remind readers of my cold calculating side, I thought if I injure him, chances are good we will be responsible for his medical bills. I thought, "If I hit him, I have to kill him." Killing a person is a lot less expensive than injuring a person.
Inside or out of sight, my word against a dead drugged out felon on parole. Very good defense case there; self-defense.
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Incidently, two things. His coffin is gone. We will never know what is inside. The other is he has nipple rings. A thought ran through my mind how fun to rip those out using my trusty claw hammer, yes, a lot of fun.
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I promised some shocking pictures, no, not my shocking big fat butt.
This is the "tent lady" incident. Later I will add more to this story.
These are two of her kids, afternoon, passed out from drug usage. I was concerned they were dead being so lifeless. Even tried to wake one up, then realized they were totally stoned.
Note the gang graffito upon dark colored walls. This is OUR rental and look what they did.
Black colored graffito literally everywhere. Look at the wall on your right.
Those are glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, as if they needed stars to see stars.
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