And I said, “Hold everything right fucking there…”~~~

Its that time of the year again. When the AC unit for this part of the world gets switched on, and we go from waking up to 75 degree mornings to shivering awake to 60 degree dawns.

BRRRR.

The drive to work was especially chilly because I *still* have no glass in my passenger door. You know why? Because they want about 300$ to replace the fucking thing. Plus, no one has it in stock. So, to the dealership they must go to order it. Or directly from the SafetyGlassDudes(tm). After rent, bills, car payment, et al, I will have *exactly* 100$ left to purchase glass with. Guess what’s going to have to wait?

*whaps head against wall*

Albeit, its not MY head that I want to pound into a thick, red paste. Oh, no. Its the idjits who thought that the makeup bag was totally worth causing me this aggravation. *eye roll* If I could, I would setup my vehicle so that anytime the glass was broken violently inward, there would be a Taser effect to everyone outside the car, in about a five foot radius. A Taser strong enough to stop an elephant in its tracks*. Come out to the car and find thieves and glass lying about in scattered profusion. Yay! Kick thieves, call cops, do a little dance, kick thieves some more.

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There are new things on the horizon. I am afraid to speak of them for fear of jinxing any outcome. After the aggravation for the past half-year, do you blame me?

But, gods willing and the crick don’t rise, we will be seeing a change in Mare’s outlook. *crosses fingers* A positive change. With much less angry diatribes and much more …

Neh, who am I kidding? Even content and happy, fools** still will piss me off.

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~~~ – Today’s icon brought to you by Spider and the need to kill.
* – trumpeting “don’t Tase me, dude! Don’t Tase me!”
** – Austin drivers, irresponsible people, the “parents” who are parents only in the biological sense, teachers who forget that they are there to do more than just draw a paycheck, fucktards who smash car windows, etc. etc. etc.

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16 thoughts on “And I said, “Hold everything right fucking there…”~~~

  1. Oddly enough, you are the second person I know of (in MY universe, anyway) whose car was broken into this week.

    Our friend Matt’s car was broken into by a couple of hooligan thugs from his neighborhood. Luckily, they didn’t have time to take anything because Matt and his roommate caught the little fuckers. Here’s the kicker: Matt and his roomie chased the kids down, and held them AT MOTHERFUCKING GUNPOINT until the cops arrived.
    I didn’t even know they had a gun in the house. No one was hurt, and the cops said that in all honesty nothing will probably come of it because they are juveniles. That is such bullshit.

    Anyway, I am glad you are okay. It still sucks monkey balls though, huh?

  2. Once when I was living in Killeen, I was over at a friends house gaming (D&D). One of the guys looked out the front window and said “Hey Bill, I think some dude is trying to break into your car!”

    My buddy Vern goes tearing out of the room, grabs a huge sword off the way, and tears ass out of the house waving it over his head and screaming “CHAOS!!!” at the top of his lungs. The guy breaking into the car looked stunned for a minute and then starting hauling ass. Vern chased him for several blocks before giving up.

    Uber geeky? Yes, but I would have loved to know what went through dude’s mind when a guy charged at him with a sword. I hope it scared him off breaking into cars for awhile.

  3. I loves me the song Sex Dwarf.

    And you need a hug.

    *HUG*

    You know, they do make a veterinary class taser that is capable of dropping a full grown bull in its tracks. I got to see it demonstrated once, the bull was charging the gate, the vet whipped out this bright red taser that had a label on it saying: “For use on animals only. DO NOT USE ON HUMANS.” He then fired, the bull stopped in mid charge, went “Mooooooooooooooooooo” and fell over on its side legs locked for about 15 seconds in a rictus.

    Admittedly the bull was back on his feet within a minute or two, but all of the fight had been taken out of him.

    The vet and I then had no problems “harvesting” him.

    And now you know one of the two reasons (the other being pulling calves) that I elected not to become a vet.

    1. I would only have to see the shoulder high gloves to know that it wasn’t a profession that I was interested in.

      “what are the gloves for?”
      *whisper, whisper*

      *stunned and horrified silence*

      1. Bingo.

        And my father grew up on a farm and told me “You don’t always have time for the gloves.”

        To whit I said – “Yes Dad, I will *always* have time for the gloves.”

        That was one situation which resulted in “No Glove, No Love”.

  4. Doesn’t look as pretty, and cleaning the stick-um off is a pain in the ass, but try some clear packing tape to patch up the window until you can replace the glass.

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