More fucked up than a football bat...

That is what Liar Guy is.
I know that now.
I know that now, because last night, right before I wrapped Jr's arm, he was upstairs, getting a shower and when he came down he not only had the green box that is our First Aid kit around here, he also had a HUGE pistol in his hand.

The goddamned thing is so big, you don't need to shoot someone to kill 'em, you could just whack 'em with this hogleg and pretty much remove their head.

Thank fuckall it's only a pellet gun, but of course, it HAS to be CO2, too.

That stupid jerkoff Liar Guy gave it to Jr. yesterday.

WITHOUT asking his father first, or anybody else for that matter.

AND, the goddamned day before there's gonna be an eight year old here for a fuckin' week and don't even give me that "maybe he didn't know that part" shit, because THAT'S why you don't just go giving a bigassed fuckin' GUN to a 17 year old, period, let alone without asking someone who's "in charge" of him first, let alone running it by ME, damn it.

If I have to be the one "in charge" of the cleaning and cooking and doing things like going through all the bullshit to get people's licenses restored, dealing with legal shit and lawyers (which is kinda redundant, no?) and alla that shit, then I'm damned well declaring myself in charge of whether or not extra people are gonna be here or not and when and arming teenagers who live here, two things that have been severely chappin' my ass here lately.

Ya know?

What the FUCK is wrong with people anyway?

Jesus.

I don't know if there's any ammo for this thing, but I do know there's a CO2 cartridge in it.
Also, I know, and I'm the ONLY one who does, where it is right now.
The gun, yes.
I hid it.
I told Jr. that having it in his room while the kid and his buddy are here would be a horrible idea, he agreed and gave it to me to hide til they're gone.

Jr.'s not the worst kid who could've been given something so incredibly stupid, but still...

He's been around guns before.
Sr. used to hunt.
He knows what NOT to shoot, especially around me, but... still.

You just don't go around handing out weapons to 17, or 18, year olds without checking with an ADULT first.

And, being an inbred, lying cocksucker ain't no excuse, either...

*several minutes later*

Is it my imagination, or has my life been more sucky since Rob died?
Since then, there's been the "gang bullshit" which actually turned out okay, since Jr. isn't ever going back to Jersey again. Bitch didn't plan on this little twist, but, fuck her after all she's done to both of these guys for all those years.
Anyway, after the gang crap, I lost the kennel job for some mysterious reason.
Then, there was the horse drama, with the check bouncing and alla that bullshit.
Then, the 8 year old fucked up the bathroom.
Then, I got sick.
Now, there's a gun in my house and George is, as I type, enroute to Joisey to retrieve the two "extras".
And, ya wanna hear "completely fucked"?
(This'll be me, by the way...)
Last night George and I ran to the store.
Talkin' about all kindsa shit.
Kids come up.
The original "plan" was for him to go get them today and take 'em the hell back Wednesday night.
Then, last night I asked him if he was goin' to Jersey next weekend anyway and when he said "yeah...", I said, "Well fuck it, then. Let the little turdburglers stay til Friday. Save you a trip back and forth, fer fuck's sake... *disgusted sigh*"

Sometimes, I'd like to punch myself right in the teeth.

Anyfuckin'way...

I need to go tweak this house and I suppose I also oughta put on some fuckin' PANTS (another reason I hate people being in my house).
(I swear to God Himself, I get more like my Dad every day, thank that same God...)

*huge, mostly disgusted, sigh*

I'd wonder why alla this shit hasta happen to me, but I already know the answer.
I can visualize it...
God, sitting at a table, with his thumb grinding into the surface, saying "Because you piss me off."

It's either something along those lines, or I'm due to win the lottery or some other positive, life changing thing.
And, my life ain't no example of "how to", so I'm gonna go get an umbella now and be all Wile E. Coyote while I wait for God to wear his thumb down to a nub.

I hear this strange whistling/incoming noise........

Oh yeah... almost forgot.
That new Yahoo homepage?
The fucked up experience of trying to get to your mail now?

I figured out a way around it.

Right click on the mail thing.
Open in a new window.
Close original window.

Simple, and you get to skip all that "loading" and "go to Yahoo Mail" shit (which, by the way, is what I'm TRYING to do, "go to Yahoo mail", you chucklefucks. I hate you, Yahoo. This homepage sucks and whomever came up with it oughta be tarred, feathered, then dropped into a pit of rabid and horny wolverines).

And, just by the way... it's not as if I'm running around here with my ass hangin' out.
Yet... *snicker*
(Let me lose more weight and we can then discuss that...)
It's that, most times, I'm wearing a mid-thigh-length shirt.
Underwear?
Noooo... haven't for years.
Hate that crawlin'-up-yer-ass shit it does.
Plus, it's another layer in the heat.
Wintertime, I'll wear longjohns, but still not underwear. Too much to hafta deal with when ya hafta pee... TQTB... "the quicker, the better" when ya gotta go.

Anyway... long shirt... it's fine for "in the house" with the people who live here.
We're all used to it.
No biggie.

But, add "extras"?
Ugh.
Please.
That requires clothes.
Among other things.
Ew.
Know what I'm sayin'?

Anyway.... I need another cuppa coffee and let's don't let me get started on that frickin' coffeepot, okay?
Clean the sumbitch out TWICE this week with vinegar and STILL it takes a half hour to make a pot of coffee.
Da FUCK is in this water, anyway?

Bye, ya'll....
Peace
(If ya have any "extra" of THAT, could ya send it my way, please?)

Posted by: Stevie at 11:29 AM

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