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I forgot to go vote "NO" on the local school budget today. Fuck them and their never-ending tax increases and goddam spend, spend, spend attitude.
Maybe it'll be voted down anyway... ...a buch of 'em got shot down around here last year because the inmates of the Soviet Socialist Republik of New York are sick of handing these bastards more money to turn out the same grade of moron or dumber every godam year.
I wanted the satisfaction of casting that ballot, though... ...if the squash I planted today whilst I should have been going down there doesn't grow I'm going to take out my frustration by killing some innocent wee cute creature, so friggin' help me.
Seems like every time I make the effort to hand wash and wax both vehicles the birds view it as some kind of invitation to shit all over them! Summabitch!!!
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The closest I came to a confirmed kill on the avian turd factory occurred one recent weekday morning on which I awakened shortly before the alarm clock went off, and while half-dozing I heard the snap of one of my mousetraps being triggered, followed by some frantic twittering. I suppose I should have darted right outside and stomped whatever it was to death, but I just didn't feel like moving.
LoL
When I got 'round to looking at what had occured, I found the trap lying on the lawn with a few feathers stuck in it. Haven't had any incidents with the car being crapped on since - though there was a brief 2-3 day episode where some dumbass flying thing or other was trying to build a nest on top of an outside light fixture. I just put a mousetrap on top of the fixture, and a couple of snaps later, the effort was abandoned.
heh...
