Mwahahaha! Fly my pretties, fly!
I just thought I'd ad a photo of what a true flying monkey is! Damn chimp stole Toto... thats just not cool...stealing someone's dog... *mutters under breath* Eh? Anyways... I thought that while I'm waiting for some potential buyers to come look at my old mare, I'd post a blog.
PSYCHOTIC MEN CAUGHT ON TAPE!:
Well, they actually made their own tapes and posted them for all of the world to see.... Isn't self-humiliation wonderful? Both of these men need to be duct taped to a ceiling fan with their eyes safety pinned open and forced to watch themselves over and over while someone chants, "And this is why women don't love you!"
RICKY:
My first thought was psychotic white trash serial rapist/murderer. He is probably one of those people who kills cats and squirrels and then uses his mastery of taxidermy to pose them like ninjas and talks to them at night.
Secondly, we have...uh... some beefcake with no brains and zero common sense who obviously thinks he is Captain America. This video is LONG, but its hilarious as he obviously thinks he is God's gift to the WORLD. Not just women, not just this girl he is desperately trying to get back with this video, but the whole f'ing planet. Apparently he has mad quad/truck skills and can lift hay bales and roll giant tires. He can drive a tractor too!!!! Why the hell did you leave him?! Oh my god, he even kept going when he got tired and dropped some of that heavy shit! Oh my god he never gives up! Oh come running back to him! Holy Shit, he made you a tribute out of hay bales and tires and rocks! *GASP, SWOON, THUMP*......Lame guy, super lame.
Larry's Daily Bitch:
I was out today trying for the fiftieth time to get the three strand electric fence I had spent several days installing to actually freaking SHOCK something when Larry trudged out of the house in an obviously bad mood. By now, I myself was no rosy bowl of sunshine as I stared at the dusty old electric box that was merrily clicking away yet refusing to put out any voltage. He proceeded to tell me that I owed him a new Swiffer mop because the trigger that made the soap come out was no longer functioning. He was on a trip for a few months and swore up and down that the mop worked before he left. He, of course, had deduced that it must have been myself or my fiance who had "destroyed" the mop. I calmy explained that the mop had never worked right, and I had to bend down and push on the tubing to get it to squirt out some soap, which I then mopped with for a good several minutes before needing another squirt. Apparently that was too much for him, as he had thrown a fit and snapped the mop in two and thrown it in the burn barrel by this point. *sigh*. I do intend to buy another mop, because we needed one anyways, but come on!
I was furious this morning, as my fiance woke up several times last night to the smell of weed being smoked in our house. Larry's girlfriend flew up for a week long visit, and apparently smokes pot. I left a note pointedly letting Larry know that if I ever happened upon or smelled weed in this house again, he had the rest of his paid month to vacate. He then called and left a depressing sounding message claiming that he didn't know she had smoked it in until that morning when he saw the note. He had confronted her and she admitted it. I know he is lying... Adam could hear them laughing when he went into the living room, all the while smelling pot. "I never do pot!" he swears. I really don't care if he does, as long as he stays far away from here while doing it. Not to mention that when Adam got up later, they were screaming at each other and his girlfriend was bawling. I don't need drama! Gah! She is only here for a week though, so I'll just put up with it for now.
I just thought I'd ad a photo of what a true flying monkey is! Damn chimp stole Toto... thats just not cool...stealing someone's dog... *mutters under breath* Eh? Anyways... I thought that while I'm waiting for some potential buyers to come look at my old mare, I'd post a blog.
PSYCHOTIC MEN CAUGHT ON TAPE!:
Well, they actually made their own tapes and posted them for all of the world to see.... Isn't self-humiliation wonderful? Both of these men need to be duct taped to a ceiling fan with their eyes safety pinned open and forced to watch themselves over and over while someone chants, "And this is why women don't love you!"
RICKY:
My first thought was psychotic white trash serial rapist/murderer. He is probably one of those people who kills cats and squirrels and then uses his mastery of taxidermy to pose them like ninjas and talks to them at night.
Secondly, we have...uh... some beefcake with no brains and zero common sense who obviously thinks he is Captain America. This video is LONG, but its hilarious as he obviously thinks he is God's gift to the WORLD. Not just women, not just this girl he is desperately trying to get back with this video, but the whole f'ing planet. Apparently he has mad quad/truck skills and can lift hay bales and roll giant tires. He can drive a tractor too!!!! Why the hell did you leave him?! Oh my god, he even kept going when he got tired and dropped some of that heavy shit! Oh my god he never gives up! Oh come running back to him! Holy Shit, he made you a tribute out of hay bales and tires and rocks! *GASP, SWOON, THUMP*......Lame guy, super lame.
Larry's Daily Bitch:
I was out today trying for the fiftieth time to get the three strand electric fence I had spent several days installing to actually freaking SHOCK something when Larry trudged out of the house in an obviously bad mood. By now, I myself was no rosy bowl of sunshine as I stared at the dusty old electric box that was merrily clicking away yet refusing to put out any voltage. He proceeded to tell me that I owed him a new Swiffer mop because the trigger that made the soap come out was no longer functioning. He was on a trip for a few months and swore up and down that the mop worked before he left. He, of course, had deduced that it must have been myself or my fiance who had "destroyed" the mop. I calmy explained that the mop had never worked right, and I had to bend down and push on the tubing to get it to squirt out some soap, which I then mopped with for a good several minutes before needing another squirt. Apparently that was too much for him, as he had thrown a fit and snapped the mop in two and thrown it in the burn barrel by this point. *sigh*. I do intend to buy another mop, because we needed one anyways, but come on!
I was furious this morning, as my fiance woke up several times last night to the smell of weed being smoked in our house. Larry's girlfriend flew up for a week long visit, and apparently smokes pot. I left a note pointedly letting Larry know that if I ever happened upon or smelled weed in this house again, he had the rest of his paid month to vacate. He then called and left a depressing sounding message claiming that he didn't know she had smoked it in until that morning when he saw the note. He had confronted her and she admitted it. I know he is lying... Adam could hear them laughing when he went into the living room, all the while smelling pot. "I never do pot!" he swears. I really don't care if he does, as long as he stays far away from here while doing it. Not to mention that when Adam got up later, they were screaming at each other and his girlfriend was bawling. I don't need drama! Gah! She is only here for a week though, so I'll just put up with it for now.
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