I agree.PaCrappa wrote:The both of ya look like a couple of flamers from here. Maybe you guys should get together for coffee and a movie. Backrubs after.
Pa
Unfortunately, I don't think he'd want to.
I agree.PaCrappa wrote:The both of ya look like a couple of flamers from here. Maybe you guys should get together for coffee and a movie. Backrubs after.
Pa
I'm sorry to hear about that man, I live in a village and it's always somebody poking their nose in other peoples business.Marc wrote:And sometimes, people interfere in shit that they have no business in interfering with. Some people get a kick out of lighting the blue touch, then sitting back and watching the fireworks. I don't even fucking know these people, I kept myself pretty much to myself whilst I lived in that house. And if every line of the above had been true, what the fuck right do they have to gossip to any other idiot about it, specially my recently-dumped girlfriend? Assholes.
Thanks man, it wouldn't have bothered me nearly as much if it wasn't for that fact that I can honestly say I'm not that sort of person myself. I moved into that street, kept my shit to myself, and let others get on with theirs. So it pisses me off when someone that knows dick about me decides to make what was a horrible situation even worse. Could understand maybe, if as their neighbour I'd made their live hell or something, but I barely knew them.I'm sorry to hear about that man, I live in a village and it's always somebody poking their nose in other peoples business.
esp the rumors and some were totally worng e.g someone went into hospital, but someone that "gossiped" must've got it wrong or something, the next thing this person's wife had sympathy cards regarding her husbands death
(only a quick visit I'm on battery power and it's extreamly slow)
I like that one. Just as long as the police don't kick down you door anytime soon.The neighbors to the next of my mom's are newlyweds, and the wife is a hotty. They have parties there at least once a weekend, and they've got some badass 80s rock blasting..I wouldn't mind crashing there one night. A few nights ago I was emptying out the water in the hot tub, and the wife kept looking at me outside the window and must of told her husband to come out and see what I was doing (our yards are pretty close together..which sucks). So he comes out, lights a cig and nonchalantly tries to see what I'm doing. Well no way man, they wanna see what I'm doing, well, I'll give em a bullshit show. So I go back inside the house, get a phone and a flashlight, and come outside again. The guy's just standing there in the shadows, thinking I can't see him, and so I talk into the phone and start saying "Hey, so you got the package I sent you, eh" and walk out with the flashlight turned on. It's so dark outside I suppose the guy can only see the outline of my body and the flashlight, so I go all the way to the edge of the woods and have this fake conversation, alluding to illegal packages and a dead man. After that, I walk back and, still talking on the phone, say something like "Kid, mess up again on that job and it'll be your last. Anyways, yeah, I buried it near the edge of the woods. Yeah, I doubt they know where it is now.." to further confuse the ass still takin a smoke and trying to listen what I'm saying.