Well you have met one now! About 2 years ago my next door
neighbors who just happen to be V.C. kept throwing cigarette butts
STILL lit over the fence, fresh struck matches over the fence, and
chewing gum too! I politely asked them not to litter my yard. But
the denied everything! I don't smoke anything! So how did this
happen? It gets better. That very next morning I find a fucking
CRACK PIPE busted up in my side yard. Not near the gate, but
directly half way along the fence line. A few hours later I'm in my
garage cutting panels for the kitchen cabinets that I designed and
am building when all of sudden I here their funking squanking
language by the front of the garage. This gets my attention and as I shut off my table saw to look and see what the commotion is
this fucker named Yyn throws a lit smoke into the front of my garage just as I came around the corner! You should have sen the
look in his eyes caught red handed, and his hand still in the motion of the cigerette flick! I then said enough and got in his
face and nicely explained to him that if I ever find another fucking
piece of his GOOK litter in my yard that I will call the cops and file
a complaint for attempting to burn my house down! I'm a pretty
big dude and know how to take care of myself if needed. He is
about 5, 10 and about 90 pounds from all the crack he smokes
and just pissed his pants in fright as his uncle amd aunt stepped
in to save me from hurting his feelings any further.
To get back to the reason I know about there culinery dishes,
about a week later my beloved doggie, Molly started behaving
very baddly and started barfing and bumping into the walls. I took her to the Vets office and upon an exam her liver was extremly inflamed and kidneys the size of a softball! The doctor
said that the only thing that could do this was ether a severe beating to the frontal chest area or poisoning. Well for that kind of
severe beating the dog would have deffinetly suffered many broken ribs and heavy blood bruises. Well she had none of that.
Instead he found heavy traces of raw steak and antifeeze in her
blood! I spent a huge amount of money for him to save my pup.
Oh yeah just so happens that fucker Yyn was looking through
our garbage can the next pick-up day early in front of our house.
Hmmmm. Does this sound like post tramatic stress syndrome
or a person who first hand saw and is still living in this V.C. state
of "California", or shall I say "Calbodia" to be more exact.
I say again, Nixon was right, Ford was wrong! and the result is
the rodents are amoung us. I can't wait to sell this house "probably to a rich Gook" and move to Arizona where Gooks don't
venture to.
I wish Peace, Happiness, and Soulful living to every different culture. But I would like to see the rodents die in a cloud
of vaporization.
Best regards, Scott on the edge