Monday, September 04, 2006

I want to steal everyone's lawnmowers because obviously people cannot be trusted to use them during non-annoying periods. Who fucking cuts their lawn at 6:30 a.m. on a holiday Monday?

Why do all of the morons in the world live within 5 minutes of me?

9 comments:

Robin M said...

i feel your pain. this morning i got woken up at 7:30 am when the garbage truck came by... THE GARBAGE TRUCK. it's a frickin' holiday, people! what are they doing working?! geez.

actually, maybe i should be happy - they are so sporadic with their pick-ups, and usually i'm asking why they're NOT working.

sinner said...

trust me. you don't have ALL of them in your neighborhood. I have the morons who mow at 9:30PM while I'm trying to sleep

Marianna said...

You know how I feel about my neighbors...

I think we need to confine all stupid people in a town far away & build a wall around it.

M~

Joe said...

Now you know that part about the morons isn't true, binsk. After all, I live all the way over in NYC.

That said, I hear you. I've had the misfortune of being woken up several times recently by a group of inconsiderate bastards that stand outside of my place every morning and whistle.

Friggin birds...

CT said...

would you like to borrow my gun?

Anonymous said...

oh. my. god. we're neighbors... tho the good news is... the guy on the right smokes weed :P-~

Anonymous said...

Hey! I must live within 5 minutes of you, because I heard the same inconsiderate asswipe out there with his lawnmower early (like 6:30-ish) Sunday morning.

Christopher D. Bate said...

People!

Mossy Stone said...

In my old mid-town neighbourhood, apparently 500sqft of green space demanded the services of a gas powered lawn mower, a gas powered weed trimmer and a gas powered leaf blower. Oh yes, and always early in the morning.

So apparently if you live in Rosedale and can afford a BMW, you're justified in being a complete c*nt to your neighbours. Of course, the home owners are up at their spread on Lake Muskoka for the weekend, so who cares, right?

(Me? Bitter? No way!)