To the 400lb heffa who was trying to get on top of the Racecar Hauler and nearly bumped me off of the ladder, um, isn't there a Buffet or a Hov-A-Round that is missing you somewhere?
Let me rebut now by saying there is "protocol" at the racetrack and you do NOT attempt to climb the ladder when someone else is still on the ladder.Period. That is a long way to fall, my friends and being that I am afraid of heights, well, it was a very unpleasant moment for me.
To the Crab-Man look-alike who moved in down the street (Don't tell me you guys don't watch "My name is Earl" well Crab-Man is Darnell from that show). We have small children and pets on this street. If you continue to drive down this short street like it is the Indy500 and injure a said child or pet you will find your tires slashed.
To the b*tch that lives down the street who wears sky high heels and always looks at us like 'WHY are WE are staring at HER?' I am sorry you stumbled and fell in front of our house last night. I really wasn't laughing. I wasn't.
To My Dog Groomer who is MIA. Reilly is starting to look like a little moving footstool complete with tassles at each corner. Please oh please contact me and let me know where you moved. I will drive to the far ends of the earth to make my boy look like the well-groomed little prince that he is again.
Okay the husband unit is picking me up for lunch so I gotta cut this gripe-session short. Sorry if it sounds kinda mean. Some days your the windshield, some days your the bug.
Bug out.
Kami a Gamecock is a breed of fighting chicken. It is also a college football team coached by Steve Superior, I mean, Spurrier.
Too Salty for my Own Good
8 years ago
Hey, my mom really hurt herself when she fell. I can't believe you didn't help her. Geez.
I love your last comment about sometimes being the windshield and other times the bug thats sooo true.
LOL...rock on sister Patti...
p.s. Kami - gamecocks also inspire some of the DIRTIEST bumpers stickers, tshirts, and sayings of all times ;)
Heh. I love it when you're a mean girl. :)
I love these PSA posts - I really do!
Heh heh. These make me laugh out loud.
I love your venting sessions. They make me feel better.
You're hilarious!! LOL
I woulda howled too at the falling bimbo...(did she bounce? lol)
I'm surprised you didn't have your FUG Cam on at the track!! lol.
I'm hoping to find some good material for my version of the FUG or Mullet Cam, while traveling to/from Canada this weekend...LOL...we'll see...
I want to play? Can I play?
To the dad who showed up at practice tonight - Please. Never wear that wife beater shirt again. Oh, and since the shorts have a huge rip down the side from the hip to the knee, I'm gonna ask that you not wear those either. Thanks.
I want to play? Can I play?
To the dad who showed up at practice tonight - Please. Never wear that wife beater shirt again. Oh, and since the shorts have a huge rip down the side from the hip to the knee, I'm gonna ask that you not wear those either. Thanks.
I never knew there was "racetrack etiquette". Ice Princess, I learn something new from you every day! :)
Love your list of gripes!!! ;-)
I feel some of my stress leaving when I listen to your PSA's. I wonder if you sound anything like what I hear?
I love "My Name is Earl"!
And yes, I find myself yelling "Slow down!" to people flying down my street too. I mean, our street is two blocks long....why some of those drivers feel the need to hit 50 m.p.h. in that span is BEYOND me.
Idiots!
gripe on girl gripe on!
dont know why i dont have u linked but will have it done today!
No, I've never watched Earl. Does that make me a pinko-commie?
On our street, the folks that drive down it the fastest (and the most oblivious) are the folks with kids that play in the street. One particular speedway driver is the grandmother of the two boys who most frequently refuse to move out of the street when a car comes.
I go down our street 20 mph and those folks with kids, when they're behind me, they tailgate me something fierce, acting all bent out of shape because I'm slowing them down.
Sheesh.
I must be gettin' old.
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