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I live between a black woman and two lesbians. All are shithouse rat crazy. The lesbians are maybe 5 feet tall, one looks like Nancy with platinum blonde hair, and the other looks like Sluggo. All of them weigh north of 200 pounds. Both collect disability. The Negress is a CPA and has an online porno webcam bizness I know about. All 3 women are like terminally anal retentive, and all of them hate my garden.

My garden is attractive. I have 3 guava trees, 3 citrus trees, a dozen blueberry shrubs, 2 pear trees, and 2 peach trees. Plus some raised planters for tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, and bush type green beans. And crepe myrtles are scattered across the yard. In the backyard I grow Calla lilies. They hate it.

The bulk of the problem, I think, is they spend a ton of money for really bad plants. Plus theyre smarter than a mosque fulla Obamas, and wont accept any pointers for what they oughta plant. Hibiscus wont survive here, I'm sorry but it wont; we're like 25 miles too far north outta their range. And its pure craziness to plant a Magnolia up against the house. They need about 100 feet of space because they get huge and spread out. Tropical palms are no good either. Cabbage palms and Washington palms work, but not the species that thrive in Miami.

I grew up in a goddamned nursery! I know. My grandmother, who had a real green thumb, could stick a pencil in dirt and produce a cedar tree. I inherited her gift. My YOUTUBE name is DIRTY OLD MAN.

Anyway, these women throw shit into my garden. The Negress has no garbage service, and tosses empty Coke bottles across the fence into my yard. The lesbos toss cigarette butts.

My heart isn't in going to war with them, but women seem to need lives fulla strife.
 
My neighbor is a retired government functionary. He has zoysia grass that he paid a fortune to have installed. I have crab grass that was free from God. Zoysia and crab grasses both like to spread, so for the past 6 or 7 years there's been a war between our back yards - but my God given crab grass has a definite upper hand in the war.

It amuses me to see him out there with his screwdriver, on his hands and knees, trying to dig up the crab grass encroaching onto his property. This is the old bastard that put a lock on his garden after he caught me making a mid-night raid on his tomato plants.
 
Vegetables taste better when pilfered from a neighbor's garden. We have a big problem with deer so all the gardens are enclosed in high wire fencing. I thought it damned rude of this guy to put a lock on his gate. I'm too old to climb the fence.
 
I live between a black woman and two lesbians. All are shithouse rat crazy. The lesbians are maybe 5 feet tall, one looks like Nancy with platinum blonde hair, and the other looks like Sluggo. All of them weigh north of 200 pounds. Both collect disability. The Negress is a CPA and has an online porno webcam bizness I know about. All 3 women are like terminally anal retentive, and all of them hate my garden.

My garden is attractive. I have 3 guava trees, 3 citrus trees, a dozen blueberry shrubs, 2 pear trees, and 2 peach trees. Plus some raised planters for tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, and bush type green beans. And crepe myrtles are scattered across the yard. In the backyard I grow Calla lilies. They hate it.

The bulk of the problem, I think, is they spend a ton of money for really bad plants. Plus theyre smarter than a mosque fulla Obamas, and wont accept any pointers for what they oughta plant. Hibiscus wont survive here, I'm sorry but it wont; we're like 25 miles too far north outta their range. And its pure craziness to plant a Magnolia up against the house. They need about 100 feet of space because they get huge and spread out. Tropical palms are no good either. Cabbage palms and Washington palms work, but not the species that thrive in Miami.

I grew up in a goddamned nursery! I know. My grandmother, who had a real green thumb, could stick a pencil in dirt and produce a cedar tree. I inherited her gift. My YOUTUBE name is DIRTY OLD MAN.

Anyway, these women throw shit into my garden. The Negress has no garbage service, and tosses empty Coke bottles across the fence into my yard. The lesbos toss cigarette butts.

My heart isn't in going to war with them, but women seem to need lives fulla strife.


why is that most lesbians, not the all prettied up tv types, are fat and nasty. or just butt ugly?
i have a 17 yr old cousin who says she is a lesbian, but i think she turns against men bcause most (boys) wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. she's like her mom, fat and mouthy as hell.
i have met a few lesbians who aren't all fucked up in the head. very few.
set up a cam to show the neighbors fucking up your garden and give it to the cops.
 
why is that most lesbians, not the all prettied up tv types, are fat and nasty. or just butt ugly?
i have a 17 yr old cousin who says she is a lesbian, but i think she turns against men bcause most (boys) wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. she's like her mom, fat and mouthy as hell.
i have met a few lesbians who aren't all fucked up in the head. very few.
set up a cam to show the neighbors fucking up your garden and give it to the cops.

I suspect youre right about lesbians. The one next door slept with her daddy until he died, or so she says. She seems terribly ambivalent about men, and the women she drags home have all been seriously damaged from chronic abuse, poverty, and congenital bio issues. They flee soon enough, I imagine because Psycho Squirrel is so unstable.

I've known plenty of lesbians, and almost all of them have unhappy, unstable relationships. The Department of Health and Rehab Services was larded up with them, and they usta bludgeon each other constantly. My programs administrator usta hire cutie pies, start them out at the top of the pay scale for the position, and foment envy, jealousy, and woman-war within the lesbian ranks.
 
I live between a black woman and two lesbians. All are shithouse rat crazy. The lesbians are maybe 5 feet tall, one looks like Nancy with platinum blonde hair, and the other looks like Sluggo. All of them weigh north of 200 pounds. Both collect disability. The Negress is a CPA and has an online porno webcam bizness I know about. All 3 women are like terminally anal retentive, and all of them hate my garden.

My garden is attractive. I have 3 guava trees, 3 citrus trees, a dozen blueberry shrubs, 2 pear trees, and 2 peach trees. Plus some raised planters for tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, and bush type green beans. And crepe myrtles are scattered across the yard. In the backyard I grow Calla lilies. They hate it.

The bulk of the problem, I think, is they spend a ton of money for really bad plants. Plus theyre smarter than a mosque fulla Obamas, and wont accept any pointers for what they oughta plant. Hibiscus wont survive here, I'm sorry but it wont; we're like 25 miles too far north outta their range. And its pure craziness to plant a Magnolia up against the house. They need about 100 feet of space because they get huge and spread out. Tropical palms are no good either. Cabbage palms and Washington palms work, but not the species that thrive in Miami.

I grew up in a goddamned nursery! I know. My grandmother, who had a real green thumb, could stick a pencil in dirt and produce a cedar tree. I inherited her gift. My YOUTUBE name is DIRTY OLD MAN.

Anyway, these women throw shit into my garden. The Negress has no garbage service, and tosses empty Coke bottles across the fence into my yard. The lesbos toss cigarette butts.

My heart isn't in going to war with them, but women seem to need lives fulla strife.

I suspect they only want to share the produce. Perhaps you could come to some agreement. Alternatively you could put sky rockets in the bottles, aim them and light them when the perpetrator ventures outside. May be it wouldn't be such a good idea.

I remember sharing a fridge with others and the theft was amazing. I'd had enough. It was costing a fortune. So, I filled a chocolate easter egg with gentian violet, sealed the hole with glue intended to fix bicycle tyres and left it in the fridge. It took less than 20 minutes for some one to bite it while their head was still in the fridge.

Gentian violet went every where, all through the fridge and over the kitchen. There was a trail of it to a room and plenty over a door knob. I knew who it was- I knew before hand too- she had a crooked tooth and I could see it in the bite marks she had left on blocks of cheese and other things. I didn't have to tell her she was caught. She left next day. Nothing went missing after that. No one went hungry any more.

Funny how it works.
 
I suspect they only want to share the produce. Perhaps you could come to some agreement. Alternatively you could put sky rockets in the bottles, aim them and light them when the perpetrator ventures outside. May be it wouldn't be such a good idea.

I remember sharing a fridge with others and the theft was amazing. I'd had enough. It was costing a fortune. So, I filled a chocolate easter egg with gentian violet, sealed the hole with glue intended to fix bicycle tyres and left it in the fridge. It took less than 20 minutes for some one to bite it while their head was still in the fridge.

Gentian violet went every where, all through the fridge and over the kitchen. There was a trail of it to a room and plenty over a door knob. I knew who it was- I knew before hand too- she had a crooked tooth and I could see it in the bite marks she had left on blocks of cheese and other things. I didn't have to tell her she was caught. She left next day. Nothing went missing after that. No one went hungry any more.

Funny how it works.

Doesn't work with these people. I gave them plenty of veggies, and it seemed to antagonize them.

I did the same with two old women who stopped to admire my garden. Gave them cabbages, broccoli, cauliflower, etc, and they filed complaints about my garden after I declined to give their girlfriends veggies, too. I'm guessing they assured their pals that they hooked an old fool, and to come along for the goodies. But I said NO, and that was not well accepted. I didn't decline the request to be mean, I had commitments to my daughters, and there just wasn't enough veggies for everyone.
 
The way some men have talked about women on this thread it amazes me that you have children. Do you only cum when you hate someone or what?
 
God Bless her but TRYHARDER has a tough time sorting things out when she isn't being cosmetic and deep as spilled milk. Lemme help her out:

IT IS WHAT IT IS. Females have their purposes and uses, and theyre not unicorns and dinosaurs. They are what they are.

To wit: Plenty of stereotypes apply to females (just as males have stereotypes that fit them like fine tailored suits from London). Females are shrews and harridans and all around utilty trouble-makers when they lack work to do. They cant help themselves. Its like a man and his fart, when the mood comes he lets it out.

There's plenty to admire and respect about women, but their souls are 99.99% asshole.
 
It is well with my soul!


Interesting story behind the song-

This hymn was written after traumatic events in Spafford’s life. The first was the 1871 Great Chicago Fire which ruined him financially (he had been a successful lawyer and had invested significantly in property in the area of Chicago which was decimated by the great fire). His business interests were further hit by the economic downturn of 1873 at which time he had planned to travel to Europe with his family on the SS Ville du Havre. In a late change of plan, he sent the family ahead while he was delayed on business concerning zoning problems following the Great Chicago Fire. While crossing the Atlantic, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with a sea vessel, the Loch Earn, and all four of Spafford's daughters died. His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, "Saved alone . . .". Shortly afterwards, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write the song as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.
 
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It is well with my soul!


Interesting story behind the song-

This hymn was written after traumatic events in Spafford’s life. The first was the 1871 Great Chicago Fire which ruined him financially (he had been a successful lawyer and had invested significantly in property in the area of Chicago which was decimated by the great fire). His business interests were further hit by the economic downturn of 1873 at which time he had planned to travel to Europe with his family on the SS Ville du Havre. In a late change of plan, he sent the family ahead while he was delayed on business concerning zoning problems following the Great Chicago Fire. While crossing the Atlantic, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with a sea vessel, the Loch Earn, and all four of Spafford's daughters died. His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, "Saved alone . . .". Shortly afterwards, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write the song as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.

I think it's pretty funny that people who know JB in the face to face world have the same opinion of him, as those who only read his posts.
 
I think it's pretty funny that people who know JB in the face to face world have the same opinion of him, as those who only read his posts.

Generally speaking, folks in the real world wanna drag me off for alcohol and drug testing, or a psych eval. And it kicks their asses when the results come back negative or the eval is statistically normal. If there's such an animal as NORMAL I be it. Frightening, isn't it!
 
Generally speaking, folks in the real world wanna drag me off for alcohol and drug testing, or a psych eval. And it kicks their asses when the results come back negative or the eval is statistically normal. If there's such an animal as NORMAL I be it. Frightening, isn't it!

It's not normal to repel every person one meets. If all the tests come back in the NORMAL range, it means you are just a nasty old fuck who has gotten what he deserves.
 
It's not normal to repel every person one meets. If all the tests come back in the NORMAL range, it means you are just a nasty old fuck who has gotten what he deserves.

I had crossed eyes as a child, and no one liked me for THAT. I have no depth perception, which makes me suck at baseball, and no one liked me for THAT. I met a young woman I worshipped, and she rejected me cuz I had no Confederate army ancestors (Actually I have 5, one a general). To make a long story short, people have disliked me for almost every reason I can think of. The difference now is, its no sweat off my balls if you or skanks like TRYHARDER dislike me for whatever reason. I'm over kissing ass and trying to be OK enough. Ha! I once had my ass kicked into next week after I saved a woman from dying. I mean, why in fuck would I wanna invite your bullshit to be your 'friend?'

No, sir. I do believe I'm finally sane.
 
I had crossed eyes as a child, and no one liked me for THAT. I have no depth perception, which makes me suck at baseball, and no one liked me for THAT. I met a young woman I worshipped, and she rejected me cuz I had no Confederate army ancestors (Actually I have 5, one a general). To make a long story short, people have disliked me for almost every reason I can think of. The difference now is, its no sweat off my balls if you or skanks like TRYHARDER dislike me for whatever reason. I'm over kissing ass and trying to be OK enough. Ha! I once had my ass kicked into next week after I saved a woman from dying. I mean, why in fuck would I wanna invite your bullshit to be your 'friend?'

No, sir. I do believe I'm finally sane.


You know what I really think is interesting - I don't dislike you. I'm sorry that some women have given you a bad feeling about all of us. I just have to reply when someone says that my soul is 99.8% asshole just because I'm a woman. I don't always agree with everything you say but that is what makes discussions on lit interesting. I have also enjoyed some of your discussions on your work in psychiatry because I spent 17 years as a psychiatric nurse. I have some pretty interesting stories myself. As to me being a skank - Skank is a new one for me. Had to look it up. LOL
 
The real issue is why can't people respect other peoples things/yards. Someone empties out their car ashtry at the side of our lawn. I have had a couple cute statues out there that someone has broken. We have a fence that someone hurt and every time we try to plant new grass in the yard someone walks or rides their bike through it. :(
 
I had crossed eyes as a child, and no one liked me for THAT. I have no depth perception, which makes me suck at baseball, and no one liked me for THAT. I met a young woman I worshipped, and she rejected me cuz I had no Confederate army ancestors (Actually I have 5, one a general). To make a long story short, people have disliked me for almost every reason I can think of. The difference now is, its no sweat off my balls if you or skanks like TRYHARDER dislike me for whatever reason. I'm over kissing ass and trying to be OK enough. Ha! I once had my ass kicked into next week after I saved a woman from dying. I mean, why in fuck would I wanna invite your bullshit to be your 'friend?'

No, sir. I do believe I'm finally sane.

I didn't say you were insane. You are just defending against the accusation you hear the most. It's no surprise people don't like you, once they get to know you. By the time a woman learns enough to know your family tree, she's seen enough to be disgusted beyond repair. Confederate generals or not, it's much more likely she left after she couldn't believe a word that came out of your mouth.

A Confederate general? Tell us about the Indian Chief next.
 
I didn't say you were insane. You are just defending against the accusation you hear the most. It's no surprise people don't like you, once they get to know you. By the time a woman learns enough to know your family tree, she's seen enough to be disgusted beyond repair. Confederate generals or not, it's much more likely she left after she couldn't believe a word that came out of your mouth.

A Confederate general? Tell us about the Indian Chief next.

Sesame Street runs both ways. What people choose to believe isn't my problem. All I gotta do is be honest, others roll the dice NOT me.

Indian chief, you mean Pocahontas' uncle? Sure. I cant recall his name but he was a Potomac chief.
 
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