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Thursday, December 14, 2023

Uh-oh, I think they're serious


 

5 comments:

  1. Bet they took a lot of shit
    Backwoods Okie

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  2. I have a couple of neighbors, one with a dog and one with a cat(yah, she walks it on a leash), that refuse to clean up after their animals shit in the little wooded patch next to the complex I live in. I wouldn't mind so much, but they shit right on the walking trails. Maybe I'll make printed copy of this meme and post it on a couple of the trees there.

    Nemo

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  3. Those sure are nice welds on the pipe on top of the wall.
    If the guy that welded that was to play the cello he'd try to blow into it.

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  4. I had a friend who lived in one of those crappy trailer parks here in Michigan. You know the kind, trailers from the 1960's grandfathered in, with no title just sold from lowlife to lowlife. At the time, my buddy was a bad drunk, but he eventually got sober.
    Anyway, he had a neighbor whose dog kept shitting in his yard. After several attempts to get the guy to make it stop, my friend took matters into his own hands. Literally.
    My buddy, Dan, waited until he had two big loads of dog droppings, picked them up and took them over to the offending neighbors house trailer. He smeared some on the doorknob and then threw the rest of it at the wall of the trailer.
    From what Dan told me, the dog problem stopped almost immediately, but the neighbor became even less friendly, if possible. The guy moved out in less than a year, if I remember correctly.
    This is the same friend who went to the animal auction with his one brother who was also a drunk and they bought a Shetland Pony. Not knowing what to do with it, they eventually butchered it and ate it. Did I mention that Dan was a very good friend, but a weirdo? After he stopped drinking, he got into homeopathic remedies, and he had one that he gave me that helped with body aches and pains.
    His brother never did stop drinking, and died young. My friend died at age 66, from a heart attack. I couldn't go to the funeral, it was just too painful. He was the kind of friend that would do anything for you, no matter what. He would be the one I would call if I needed someone to help me hunt down and kill a person who raped my daughter. And he would have done it, without hesitation. I would have done anything for him, as well. Sometimes there are friends closer than a brother.

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