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......so I am on my way to the gym to suffer on the elliptical machine from hell. My route goes close to a Wally World. My light turns green. I am about to turn RIGHT, when from across the street comes a big SUV that turns LEFT on a red.............wait for it........from the Right lane.
What is it about buying cheap crap from China that makes people forget how to drive? Are they soooo excited about saving 50 cents on laundry detergent that they put their kids in jeopardy?
I want an attachment put on the front of my car, that I can flip up in these cases, that says:
*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
Another technology that raises concern involves the new identity cards China is phasing in for its 1.3 billion citizens. The cards, developed with help from Plano, Texas-based China Information Security Technology, carry radio signal devices and a chip that records not only a person's height, weight and identification number, but also health records, work history, education, travel, religion, ethnicity, reproductive history, police record, medical insurance status and even his or her landlord's phone number.
i'm with jack 100% grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr to fuckers that take sick time to have minor procedure done and then go out partying with friends and call in sick when they are supposed to be back at work...thus causing people to miss out on working thier side job and losing $200.00 dollars to feed thier family cause they have to fill in for dumb shits...i think someone is not going to be able to find his paycheck cause it might disappear...and he might get his ass kicked when he shows up to pick up missing paycheck when he is suppoed to be at home sick...
This word also has a underground meaning once you break it down. Let’s take “Bonn” for example and it actually turns into the word “Bone”. We all know gays use this word to describe the action of when they are fecal fisting their Cuban cabana boy at their sex bath house parties. Now let’s look at Roo, “Roo” is short for “Kangaroo”.So put the full true message together and you get“Bone a Kangaroo
Grrr.....to spending 2200 dollars to have my transmission rebuilt only to have the damn thing break down on me an hour after picking it up from the shop...on a busy road....now I have to GRRR spend 800 more dollars to fix the distributor, oh yeah and I had it towed to my house and THEN another shop...there's $100 more bucks right there....and I left my lunch in my husband's truck when he dropped me off today. To top it off I have a crick in my neck and cannot move it to the right without excruciating pain. GRR is not exactly the choice of words that I would use for all this....but luckily I have a pain pill that will help me feel much better soon!
Grrr.....to spending 2200 dollars to have my transmission rebuilt only to have the damn thing break down on me an hour after picking it up from the shop...on a busy road....now I have to GRRR spend 800 more dollars to fix the distributor, oh yeah and I had it towed to my house and THEN another shop...there's $100 more bucks right there....and I left my lunch in my husband's truck when he dropped me off today. To top it off I have a crick in my neck and cannot move it to the right without excruciating pain. GRR is not exactly the choice of words that I would use for all this....but luckily I have a pain pill that will help me feel much better soon!
Don't forget to add that it is puring rain on top of all that
Grrr.....to spending 2200 dollars to have my transmission rebuilt only to have the damn thing break down on me an hour after picking it up from the shop...on a busy road....now I have to GRRR spend 800 more dollars to fix the distributor, oh yeah and I had it towed to my house and THEN another shop...there's $100 more bucks right there....and I left my lunch in my husband's truck when he dropped me off today. To top it off I have a crick in my neck and cannot move it to the right without excruciating pain. GRR is not exactly the choice of words that I would use for all this....but luckily I have a pain pill that will help me feel much better soon!
Don't forget to add that it is puring rain on top of all that
Strangley, the rain is actually what keeps me in a somewhat chilled out mood...I love the rain.
Post by soundtribe_junkie on Sept 10, 2008 17:15:52 GMT -5
Had a major Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr today in the car...get this...somebody had the nerve to HONK at me b/c I was going to slow in BUMPER to BUMPER traffic. This was just plain uncalled for. I should have gotten outta the car and flipped him off. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR ...what a dumbass. Who does that? srsly?
GRRRRRRR... where the hell are my car keys? I had them last night, and now my boss hates me because I can't get into work without 'em. Crap. I've spent the last hour tearing apart my dorm room, searching every nook and cranny for them... but to no avail.
So today on my launch I was in such a good mood and decided to go to a local park that has cascades and is next to a Buddhist temple. It was such a good day.
As I was driving up the busy road to go there I noticed a dog in the middle of the road and it looked confused. Traffic wouldn't stop for it. I stop my car in the road in a way that traffic was blocked. When I walked up to the dog I could tell it has been beaten and someone ducked taped its rear end with a lot of duck type. The dog smelled bad. You could tell it was a stray-long claws-fleas, mange, tried to get the dog over to the side but when I touched it it snapped at me. He couldn't hurt me because he was so weak. The dog was in shocked and confused. Out of all the traffic two ladies helped me. Most people were just mad I was blocking traffic and yelled and told me to "kicked the mutt" I just responded with my usual one finger salute.
Finally got the dog to the side of the road and let the angry cars go by. Animal shelter came and said the dog looks like it was tortured for a few days. UGHH.
I called and the dog was being treated by the vet. It had a chip and has been missing for a while. The shelter contacted the owner.
If I could find the people who did this to the dog right now I would shake the hell out of them. How difficult is it to take the a stray dog into a shelter.
It is a good thing that it will be back to its owners who have been looking for him for a while now.
Now I am just pissed thinking about the b astards did this to this dog.
Warning: I'm about to go on a long, impassioned rant here, so if you don't want to hear me Ann Coulter and moan about my sh!tty night, read no further.
GRRRRRRRRR... I've just had the worst quacking night ever, and now I'm down a good $600 out pocket! I'm ready to straight up murder somebody right now just thinking about it. Okay Jack, calm down, breathe, go to your happy place (which for me is 'roo )... here's what happened: So, tonight is Thursday night (Friday morning now, but whatever), and Thursday is the big party night at my school - but I don't really drink that much, and most nights, I'm assigned the role of designated driver. So, after a long day of classes and the night shift at work, I get back to campus. I'm hanging out in my room pretty late in the evening, when my friend calls me up and asks if I want to go for a ride in my car around the neighborhood to nom some corn (this is pretty typical, as I'm one of the only one of my friends with a car, and there's really no good places to nom on campus). I agree, and we go, drive around the backroads in the middle of the night, and nom a bit. We finally get back to campus, and I drive my friend back to his dorm. I pull up into the parking lot and hand my friend some money to pay him back for the corn. He pockets it, and suddenly, a public safety officer approaches the car with a flashlight. I roll down the window and soon thereafter, my friend gets out of the car. The PS officer starts talking and asking some questions. Our dialogue went something like this (not word-for-word, but as best as I can recall):
A-hole PS guy, AKA Smegma-head McMurkin: Good evening. What are you doing tonight? Me: Nothing, just hanging out. Smegma-head McMurkin: What brings you over to this side of campus? Me: Oh, I was just dropping my friend off. SHM: Do you know you're parked illegally?
I was parked illegally, I don't deny that. I was halfway in the 15 minute parking spot, and halfway in the handicap spot. I figured, it was 2:30 in the morning, nobody was going to pull in, and if they did, I could back out and let them park.
Me: Uh, yes sir, but I was just dropping my friend off. Just going in and out. at this point, my friend says goodbye and gets out of the car. Smegma-head McMurkin starts to ask a bunch of general info questions, and some other questions about what I'd just been doing.
SHM: What have you been doing tonight? Me: I told you earlier, I've just been hanging out. SHM: Where did you and your friend just come from? Me: We went off campus. SHM: Where off campus? Me: To the McDonald's up the road.
And so it went, until after a little bit, the questions got a bit too probing, and I told him "I'd rather not answer any more questions without a parent or a lawyer present."
The guy went off on his radio and his partner watched me, and after a couple of minutes, he came back and said "step out of the car, please."
So, I got patted down by PS in front of everyone, and then they searched my car without my consent, claiming "my eyes were bleary and I smelled like pot". After some questioning, I told him that I had smoked pot several hours ago, but was no longer under the influence.
They searched it up and down but thankfully found nothing, because I did a thorough cleaning job of my car about a week ago. Well, that's not entirely true - they found a few stems in the backseat and three cheap gas station cigars in my cupholders that I use for you know what, but nothing really to incriminate me. So I got two citations: one for operating under the influence and another for being illegally parked in a handicap spot. 200 bucks a pop. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, they said they had to tow my car - TOW IT! - because I did a crappy parking job. I tried to argue and say that it really wasn't necessary, but, as noted earlier, they were a-holes. If I'd begged them to tow it, they'd probably leave it just to spite me. So, the towing fee will probably add another few hundred bucks on - I'm expecting this entire incident to cost me somewhere in the realm of $750. PS gives me a lift back to my dorm, and then they tell me that they have to search my room. They didn't give any reason, and I told them that I did not consent to a search, but they made me anyway. One guy made it very obvious that he thought I was just being a smart-ass by trying to exercise some of my rights earlier (such as the 5th Amendment), and even said that by not answering, I was therefore guilty. I politely told him that I knew the law, and that simply not speaking was not an indication that I was guilty.
During the search of my room, they found my lucky bowl (which was given to me at Bonnaroo this year during Widespread Panic by some random hippie girl when I was munted off my face) and confiscated it. Then they took my salvia (legal in this state) and an unmarked bottle with about 10 or 12 Adderall in it (I have a prescription, and have never sold it, or used it other than for its intended purpose). They searched my room, and even though I'm 21, my roommate is not, and so they made me dump out all my booze - a gallon handle of Smirnoff (90% full), a fifth of Captain Morgan's 100 proof rum (unopened), a liter of Absolut Los Angeles (unopened), five Magic Hats, and a pint of some weird British rum I bought on a whim last time I was at the liquor store. Oh, and my roommate's sour apple Smirnoff breezers. I'm not really an alcoholic, I just like to have a little variety in my libations. ;D
So then I'm told that I have to have a meeting with some lady tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM, because that's what they make everyone do when they're caught with alcohol - even those of us who are of age, apparently. I get the name of the company that towed my car, and it's a few miles away from campus. Finally, after the PS officers leave, my roommate flips out on me. To be fair, he had every right to be angry, being woken up in the middle of the night and told to get out of bed so they could search my room. So we fight for a little bit, some bad blood boils over, and then we go to bed, still mad at each other.
Now, ordinarily, that would all be pretty bad, but to top it all off, this is going to severely screw up all my plans for tomorrow. In order to get everything done tomorrow that I need to do, I cannot sleep tonight. I need to go to that meeting in 3 hours. I need to call a cab or find a friend so I can get to the towing place. I need to take a lot of money out of my account so I have enough to get my car back, then I need to go and sit through class. And last, but not least, I need my car to get up to VT tomorrow afternoon / evening. It's going to be hectic as hell. I just hope the rest of the weekend goes more smoothly.
If you read this all from start to finish, I commend you. I hope you've had a better night than me.
Last Edit: Oct 10, 2008 5:14:08 GMT -5 by jack324 - Back to Top
Post by Good-Chicken on Oct 13, 2008 17:23:26 GMT -5
just my luck. me and my lady booked our hotel today to go see The Boogie Hustlers on halloween and i get home check my jambase and one of the members of the band sent me a message regretting to inform me that the promoter canceled the show. refunds on the hotel are not allowed. of course i get this message just hours after spending all that money on a hotel room.
they say they are working on booking another show just twenty minutes away on the same night, so we are keeping our fingers crossed. I thought it was awfully cool one of the band members took the time to give us the heads up, but GRRRRRRRR!!
Last night I accidentally killed my cell phone involving gravity and a toilet. I went in the bathroom at work for just one little bite of corn. It slipped out of my hoodie's front pocket, bounced against the rim and fell in. Fortunately, I had at least cleaned that toilet a couple hours earlier and hadn't used it yet. Warranty doesn't cover water damage, and I'm not eligible for my New-Every-Two phone until the 24th.
Worst of all, my best blackmail picture of all is probably lost forever.
That sucks big time. I would suggest taking a hair dryer to it, then seeing if it works. If not, remember you can just take the chip out and transfer it to a different phone, so you'll still have all your numbers (not sure if pics get saved though, I don't think so )
I'm grumpy today, and I can't pinpoint exactly why. I snapped at a co-worker this morning so it all just started my day bad.
I think my grumpiness can be contributed to the fact that 2008 has been a pretty crappy year for me. There have been some highlights, but overall, this year has sucked. I've been able to keep a semi-positive attitude despite the bad things.
Our apartment got broken in to in October and they stole our laptops and some of my jewelry. I know, I know, i didn't have renter's insurance so it's partly my fault, but I have faith that the thieves got very little for my laptop at least; it was old and pretty much falling apart.
The burglarly happened just 3 days after I spend $2000 to fix everything that could ever be wrong with my car, so my savings account was completely drained. I've had to borrow money from family members just to get by, so buying another computer has been out of the question.
I had two flat tires within 3 weeks of each other... which is very inconvenient when you're already using your spare! So I also got to buy 4 new tires last month.
Then this week, I lost my car key in my apartment's parking lot. I have a spare key, but I'm terrified someone is going to find the lost key and then BAM! they have a new car and I'm SOL, as things seem to be going lately.
I'm not sure if all of this seems blown out of proportion because of the economy, or if it's just a coincidence that all of this has happened when my bank account is at its lowest ever. I tend to lean toward the latter. My grandmother said when all of this started "bad things happen in threes". I'm on number 8. Maybe she meant three sets of three?
I'm not even excited about Christmas since I won't have the funds to give anyone gifts. I just want this year far behind me. Please 2009... don't be late!!!!
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