Afternoon Me Droogs N Droogettes
Appreciate all the commentary… river, beans, derq… and all the rest. Nice to see I got some readership here. So yeah… niiiice quiet night with the Wifey and Sapper. Nothing happenin’ tho I did annoy Sapper later on in the evening… the walls be a lil -thin- here in the Casa and the Wifey tends to get a bit loud.
What can I say? Make up bonin’ is fun.
No sign of intruders…
Much to Sapper’s disappointment. Then again, both of us when we’re in the house carry strapped at all times, a habit we got into back in March and appears to be good practice considering how things are gonna spiral. And as Sapper said, anyone stupid enough to try this place? Between Serbian War Criminal, Sapper and Myself? The poster’d say “Have you seen this methhead?”
Which reminds me, next unemployment check I need another bag of quiklime.
And man, a backhoe, tho I have no idea where I could store THAT soon-to-be-needed implement.
Other newsy thingies… DumbBunny and her Internal Parasite are fine. The car is a total loss of course AND they didn’t have car insurance. In fact I hadda threaten DumbFuck, her husband, to call the Ambulance at the time as he was more worried about getting bustamagated for not having insurance than he was of his unborn kid. THAT right there done pissed me off. The shock of a wreck like that coulda detached the Bebe from the Placenta, causing preemie-pop-out or fetal DOA. Had to explain to him in flat-the-fuck-out Drill Instructor voice that I’d see him burn in “Ole Sparky” for ‘depraved indifference to the unborn resulting in death’… which in Tennessee I believe is a hangin’ offense. So, out of fear of me “Do. not. make. me. drive. up. there. boy.” ’cause that’d be a killin’, he of course called 911.
And then? Here’s the end-cap on THIS particular shit show:
That’s the Air Conditioning clutch I so graciously bought for them.
On August 3rd.
Which showed up today
For the car they just –destroyed
This IS The Matrix.
I am now -thoroughly convinced-
I mean that or there is a Divine God of Comedy out there, and he/she/it really loves fuckin’ with Ye Olde Intrepid Reporter. Returning this to Walmart is gonna be a stone bitch I know. But, money be tight, and I can’t throw away $40. The Walmart here tho? Subhuman Illiterate Cretins at the one I live near… might actually have to go to the far-distant Wally World, as my local one… freaks, geeks, weirdos and lunatics running all ’round up in there.
And this’s ME saying this.
So, gotta wrap this for now, and I’ll either do an instructional later or just foam at the mouth about Walmart after I get done there. Til then I’m The Intrepid Reporter