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I mentioned in the OGmtan how there has been a dead black cat on the side of the road that I walk past every day every morning.

I finally got around to acquiring all necessary materials to bury the cat. (not an euphemism)

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Of course a cop was driving by right as I was about to do this. I was wearing a bright orange worker's vest though that I found on the side of the road last week so I guess my attempt to look like some sort of official worker was successful.
:lmao: JFC
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I mentioned in the OGmtan how there has been a dead black cat on the side of the road that I walk past every day every morning.

I finally got around to acquiring all necessary materials to bury the cat. (not an euphemism)

Link

Of course a cop was driving by right as I was about to do this. I was wearing a bright orange worker's vest though that I found on the side of the road last week so I guess my attempt to look like some sort of official worker was successful.
:lmao:

 
I mentioned in the OGmtan how there has been a dead black cat on the side of the road that I walk past every day every morning.

I finally got around to acquiring all necessary materials to bury the cat. (not an euphemism)

Link

Of course a cop was driving by right as I was about to do this. I was wearing a bright orange worker's vest though that I found on the side of the road last week so I guess my attempt to look like some sort of official worker was successful.
:lmao: JFC
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Soooooooooooo..................got a text from my sister last night and wasn't exactly a happy one. Some of you may remember that she jumped into a relationship with an extreme-skiing, hard drinking, thrill seeking, cocaine loving sociopathic Indian fellow named Asit. You can also add abusive to that list of adjectives. They broke up this summer, got back together. They broke up again in December and again, got back together. Each time, she would wail and cry on social media for attention, run back to her family and friends begging for sympathy only to go back to the very cause of her pain and sorrow.

Last night, via text, she informed me that she had him arrested and is filing a restraining order against him. She busted him stealing her checkbook and writing checks to himself. When she confronted him, he went into a violent rage, throwing her against a wall, ripping off her necklace and then went on a rampage in her house, breaking things, punching walls, etc. She called her friend in tears and her friend, who lives nearby, called 911.

The coward ran off to his parents house and tried to hide, but the cops were able to get him out and arrested him. I hope she presses charges. I hope she follows through with a restraining order. I hope this is the last we ever hear from this piece of garbage again. But a lot me worries it won't be. An even bigger part of me worries he will come after her and/or her kids and/or my parents, who let them live in the their basement for months while this psycho pretended to have a job and go to work every day.

It's times like this where I wish SLB lived near me so we could pay this guy a little visit. Were I bigger, younger and unafraid of violent men who shoot guns, carry knives and ride motorcycles, I might confront him myself. But he'd curb stomp me and if he didn't, I'd be in jail for what I'd like to do to him.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...................as if I didn't have enough on my plate.

 
Soooooooooooo..................got a text from my sister last night and wasn't exactly a happy one. Some of you may remember that she jumped into a relationship with an extreme-skiing, hard drinking, thrill seeking, cocaine loving sociopathic Indian fellow named Asit. You can also add abusive to that list of adjectives. They broke up this summer, got back together. They broke up again in December and again, got back together. Each time, she would wail and cry on social media for attention, run back to her family and friends begging for sympathy only to go back to the very cause of her pain and sorrow.

Last night, via text, she informed me that she had him arrested and is filing a restraining order against him. She busted him stealing her checkbook and writing checks to himself. When she confronted him, he went into a violent rage, throwing her against a wall, ripping off her necklace and then went on a rampage in her house, breaking things, punching walls, etc. She called her friend in tears and her friend, who lives nearby, called 911.

The coward ran off to his parents house and tried to hide, but the cops were able to get him out and arrested him. I hope she presses charges. I hope she follows through with a restraining order. I hope this is the last we ever hear from this piece of garbage again. But a lot me worries it won't be. An even bigger part of me worries he will come after her and/or her kids and/or my parents, who let them live in the their basement for months while this psycho pretended to have a job and go to work every day.

It's times like this where I wish SLB lived near me so we could pay this guy a little visit. Were I bigger, younger and unafraid of violent men who shoot guns, carry knives and ride motorcycles, I might confront him myself. But he'd curb stomp me and if he didn't, I'd be in jail for what I'd like to do to him.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...................as if I didn't have enough on my plate.
Feather or dot?

 
Job interview in half an hour. Feel like I just did this. Oh yeah...I did. :sadbanana:
Good luck O
Thanks. My ultimate position is still looming out there until next quarter, but this is more like a good opportunity to get me out of here to do what I like and am good at doing. No expectations of anything though. Consulting can sometimes be a PITA.
 
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Fan of the Habanero BBQ too. Smokehouse rated highly too.

Almost can't go wrong with any of their 'bold' flavored products.

Oddly enough, even with my unparalleled affection for the Somoa, I thought the Toasted Coconut sucked

 
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Soooooooooooo..................got a text from my sister last night and wasn't exactly a happy one. Some of you may remember that she jumped into a relationship with an extreme-skiing, hard drinking, thrill seeking, cocaine loving sociopathic Indian fellow named Asit. You can also add abusive to that list of adjectives. They broke up this summer, got back together. They broke up again in December and again, got back together. Each time, she would wail and cry on social media for attention, run back to her family and friends begging for sympathy only to go back to the very cause of her pain and sorrow.

Last night, via text, she informed me that she had him arrested and is filing a restraining order against him. She busted him stealing her checkbook and writing checks to himself. When she confronted him, he went into a violent rage, throwing her against a wall, ripping off her necklace and then went on a rampage in her house, breaking things, punching walls, etc. She called her friend in tears and her friend, who lives nearby, called 911.

The coward ran off to his parents house and tried to hide, but the cops were able to get him out and arrested him. I hope she presses charges. I hope she follows through with a restraining order. I hope this is the last we ever hear from this piece of garbage again. But a lot me worries it won't be. An even bigger part of me worries he will come after her and/or her kids and/or my parents, who let them live in the their basement for months while this psycho pretended to have a job and go to work every day.

It's times like this where I wish SLB lived near me so we could pay this guy a little visit. Were I bigger, younger and unafraid of violent men who shoot guns, carry knives and ride motorcycles, I might confront him myself. But he'd curb stomp me and if he didn't, I'd be in jail for what I'd like to do to him.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...................as if I didn't have enough on my plate.
Feather or dot?
Casino or Slurpee?

 
Soooooooooooo..................got a text from my sister last night and wasn't exactly a happy one. Some of you may remember that she jumped into a relationship with an extreme-skiing, hard drinking, thrill seeking, cocaine loving sociopathic Indian fellow named Asit. You can also add abusive to that list of adjectives. They broke up this summer, got back together. They broke up again in December and again, got back together. Each time, she would wail and cry on social media for attention, run back to her family and friends begging for sympathy only to go back to the very cause of her pain and sorrow.

Last night, via text, she informed me that she had him arrested and is filing a restraining order against him. She busted him stealing her checkbook and writing checks to himself. When she confronted him, he went into a violent rage, throwing her against a wall, ripping off her necklace and then went on a rampage in her house, breaking things, punching walls, etc. She called her friend in tears and her friend, who lives nearby, called 911.

The coward ran off to his parents house and tried to hide, but the cops were able to get him out and arrested him. I hope she presses charges. I hope she follows through with a restraining order. I hope this is the last we ever hear from this piece of garbage again. But a lot me worries it won't be. An even bigger part of me worries he will come after her and/or her kids and/or my parents, who let them live in the their basement for months while this psycho pretended to have a job and go to work every day.

It's times like this where I wish SLB lived near me so we could pay this guy a little visit. Were I bigger, younger and unafraid of violent men who shoot guns, carry knives and ride motorcycles, I might confront him myself. But he'd curb stomp me and if he didn't, I'd be in jail for what I'd like to do to him.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...................as if I didn't have enough on my plate.
Feather or dot?
Asit. Not A Sitting Bull.

 
Soooooooooooo..................got a text from my sister last night and wasn't exactly a happy one. Some of you may remember that she jumped into a relationship with an extreme-skiing, hard drinking, thrill seeking, cocaine loving sociopathic Indian fellow named Asit. You can also add abusive to that list of adjectives. They broke up this summer, got back together. They broke up again in December and again, got back together. Each time, she would wail and cry on social media for attention, run back to her family and friends begging for sympathy only to go back to the very cause of her pain and sorrow.

Last night, via text, she informed me that she had him arrested and is filing a restraining order against him. She busted him stealing her checkbook and writing checks to himself. When she confronted him, he went into a violent rage, throwing her against a wall, ripping off her necklace and then went on a rampage in her house, breaking things, punching walls, etc. She called her friend in tears and her friend, who lives nearby, called 911.

The coward ran off to his parents house and tried to hide, but the cops were able to get him out and arrested him. I hope she presses charges. I hope she follows through with a restraining order. I hope this is the last we ever hear from this piece of garbage again. But a lot me worries it won't be. An even bigger part of me worries he will come after her and/or her kids and/or my parents, who let them live in the their basement for months while this psycho pretended to have a job and go to work every day.

It's times like this where I wish SLB lived near me so we could pay this guy a little visit. Were I bigger, younger and unafraid of violent men who shoot guns, carry knives and ride motorcycles, I might confront him myself. But he'd curb stomp me and if he didn't, I'd be in jail for what I'd like to do to him.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...................as if I didn't have enough on my plate.
Feather or dot?
Casino or Slurpee?
Eat the Buffalo or worship the Buffalo?

 
I've been trying to pinpoint the exact moment where it stopped being cool and started being lame for a lead singer to declare "GUITAR!" before a guitar solo starts.

I'm calling it:

Aerosmith - Permanent Vacation Tour

November 8, 1987 Uniondale, New York Nassau Coliseum

 
My kid sister was engaged to a guy her senior year of college. My parents had placed various deposits for halls, bands, cakes, and what not for the wedding. They had also purchased a designer dress at $10,000.00, a tidy sum in the 80's. We three brothers had an opportunity to meet the guy, a vile little snake we all agreed.

Some few weeks before the wedding she came home to find him en flagrante delicto with her room mate. They had it out over the course of several days and she called to say things where off. The family was mad at him, while at the same time relieved she found out what a snake he was before rather than after the wedding.

A few days passed. She came home and found he had let himself in to her place. Recovering his possessions was his story. She left to call the cops from elsewhere. While passing on the street in front of her place her T.V. came sailing down from her window quite near to her. After calling the cops she called my Dad. My Dad discussed this with Mom, who immediately called each of her three boys, me and my two brothers.

Without consulting with each other each of us boys determined to drive to Omaha to discuss things with him, me from Madison, my kid brother from St. Paul, and my older brother from Chicago. I arrived first and found him at a bar I knew he frequented. I escorted him out of town about ten miles, and in a corn field beat him bloody, took his clothes, shoes, and wallet, and left him with the admonition that should I hear from him or the cops that my brothers would surely visit. I let him know that he was done having anything to do with my sister. No calls, no letters, no stop byes, and I left.

Early the next morning my kid brother arrived in Omaha. he goes 6'5" and around 260 in those days. He found the snake at the apartment of the best man. He was obviously injured and he tried stating that I had already explained things to him. My kid bother thought that may have happened, but he wanted to be sure. Tommy tuned the guy up rather thoroughly and was preparing to leave when my older brother pulled in, having driven in from Chicago. At that point the guy apparently pleaded that if we would just stop beating on him he would leave town that day. Apparently he did because my sister never saw or heard from him again, and apparently he did not attend his last week of classes nor graduation.

I have always wondered how he got from that corn field back into town, naked. I never did hear from the Cops. My Mother later said she thought we boys would coordinate our response and just put the fear of God into him, nothing more. She should have known better. She should have remembered what I did to that kid who grabbed my kid sister on the playground 10 years earlier and who had tried to force her to give him her panties. His arm never did heal correctly. It always after hung akimbo. He did give our place a wide berth after that.

Violence is almost never the best answer, yet on rare occasions it is not an unreasonable response.

 
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Soooooooooooo..................got a text from my sister last night and wasn't exactly a happy one. Some of you may remember that she jumped into a relationship with an extreme-skiing, hard drinking, thrill seeking, cocaine loving sociopathic Indian fellow named Asit. You can also add abusive to that list of adjectives. They broke up this summer, got back together. They broke up again in December and again, got back together. Each time, she would wail and cry on social media for attention, run back to her family and friends begging for sympathy only to go back to the very cause of her pain and sorrow.

Last night, via text, she informed me that she had him arrested and is filing a restraining order against him. She busted him stealing her checkbook and writing checks to himself. When she confronted him, he went into a violent rage, throwing her against a wall, ripping off her necklace and then went on a rampage in her house, breaking things, punching walls, etc. She called her friend in tears and her friend, who lives nearby, called 911.

The coward ran off to his parents house and tried to hide, but the cops were able to get him out and arrested him. I hope she presses charges. I hope she follows through with a restraining order. I hope this is the last we ever hear from this piece of garbage again. But a lot me worries it won't be. An even bigger part of me worries he will come after her and/or her kids and/or my parents, who let them live in the their basement for months while this psycho pretended to have a job and go to work every day.

It's times like this where I wish SLB lived near me so we could pay this guy a little visit. Were I bigger, younger and unafraid of violent men who shoot guns, carry knives and ride motorcycles, I might confront him myself. But he'd curb stomp me and if he didn't, I'd be in jail for what I'd like to do to him.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...................as if I didn't have enough on my plate.
Feather or dot?
Asit. Not A Sitting Bull.
I thought so, but then you described a bunch of Sons of Anarchy type stuff and it didn't fit with my pre-conceived notions based on carefully curated stereotypes.

Plus it was an excuse to be horribly inappropriate. The responses that followed were pleasing.

 

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