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Seriously. That. could. be. ME. I will guaranTEE you that she isn't just some lunatic with rage issues; that the 'bump' in the checkout line was just the final straw. I'll bet my left BOOB that the old bat she went off on had spent the last hour in that store completely oblivious to anyone else alive...had blocked the aisle with her cart (parked sideways and in the center of the aisle, no doubt!) ...had slammed her cart into the woman's ankles 2 or 6 times...walked -12 miles per hour but down the CENTER of the aisle so nobody could pass...swiped the last eight mp3 players not leaving just one last one for someone else, even though she has no grandchildren, but instead planned to sell them for twice their cost on eBay. And when they finally got to the checkout lane, she did things like asked for a sub-total after each item, pulled out a boxful of coupons, paid with a check and change (because she refuses to write her checks for anything but full dollar amounts and then digs around in the bottom of her purse for 82 cents in pennies) and, after 20 minutes of this, decided that there was no WAY she was going to pay $1.12 for those extra-support, control-top pantyhose and bumped into Shops with Fists� on her way to the BACK of the store to exchange them for the ones that were 4 cents cheaper.
I'm just saying...
I've heard somewhere that serial killers start out by torturing and killing animals and then progress to people. It used to appall me that anyone, anywhere could cause any sort of harm to any animal, whatsoever.
Oh, until.
The GAWDAM SQUIRRELS TOOK OVER MY HOUSE!!!!
Email thread between me and George yesterday
-----Original Message-----
And I would do all that...I'm ALL about passive procrastination when the alternative involves Things That Carry Rabies. BUT, I don't think I can take that route today. Because -dramatic pause- there is that hole in the attic door cover that broke off when mom was here last year looking for old Christmas ornaments. Remember that? Yep...and it's juuuuust big enough for a squirrel to shoot itself through. So now I am forced to picture myself scrubbing squirrel guts out of the carpet since the dogs will most CERTAINLY get to the critter(s) before I can. They are already growling at me for trying to get past them into the hallway to see what's going on and, it just gets better n' better, I can't put them outside for the rest of the day as it's 32 degrees and freakin' RAINING.
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From: George
(**Gracie Note: Heh. I love him**)
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From: Gracie
That was my day today. I would also like to embarrass myself further by admitting that, while doing said Toilet Window Watching this morning, right in the middle of my Early Morning Haze where I was only able to appreciate the pretty ice on the trees and nothing else, I heard a familiar scratching...and CHEWING. Yep, the damned squirrels. You already read about that above, but the part that I didn't mention in my email to George was that, while listening to that most annoying sound this morning, I actually found myself looking up at the ceiling, POUNDING on the wall, and cursing at the bastards to just "Shoo! Get OUTTA HERE!! Get off my HOUSE!!"
As though they would understand anger and directives.
I = SMART.
New Question this week (and y'all have GOT to start sending in some more questions. And REAL ones this time!):
This gem comes from Michael W. I'm of the opinion that lots of readers have the same smart-ass sense of humor George and I do and, therefore, that this isn't anything CLOSE to a real question, but since I'm sure there are many, many ball-less boys out there, just suffering in silence, I figured I'd post it anyway. Also, depsite the thousands of people who read this page each day, y'all are SUCKING major ASS when it comes to following a directive! To wit: Send me questions n' shit so I can post it here and control your lives! Geesh, ya act like yer scared er sumthin!)
Where was I? Oh yeah! Michael's hardship:
Gracie,
George's Advice:
1) Never. ever. EVER. Should any man, EVER, wear a Speedo outside a swimming competition. "But what about...." NO! NOT EVER.
2) Stop being so selfish and expect her face to be in your crotch the first time you're intimate with each other. AND if you do it right the first time, you could have SEVEN testicles and it wouldn't matter. Ever heard the saying "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"? Ponder this: "Heaven hath no joy like a woman pleasured"
3) Jogging in a cirle problem: buy a walnut and carry it in the 'light' side of your panties
4) Emotional sadness: be thankful you have testicles at ALL! There's starving kids in china who have no testicles to speak of!
That's my sweetie! And y'all wonder why I tell people he's Dead Inside.
Now aren't you glad ya asked?
Final suggestion for the poop-shy question, from S. Her tag line made me spit sprite all down my shirt:
Once Puckered, Poop Shy....
Gracie,
I loved your response to our "Poop Shy" friend and thought I would offer additional sage advise to our tight assed gal pal waiting in the wings of Stall No. 2....
If you really hate the person in the stall next to you here is a classic approach to revenge: wait until the restroom is full and then let the colon blow rip and then ever so sweetly say "Oh my, (inject bitch's name here), are you ok? That sounded particularly nasty and oh my, what a smell. Did you have liver and onions for lunch?"
To her dismay she will object that is wasn't her and you, in fact, that so rudely let the pucker go...to which you then reply "Really, (bitch's name), there's nothing to be embarrassed by - I understand you have Irritable Bowel Syndrome - a particuarly nasty condition. I can sympathize. My grandmother has it too."
By now the whole restroom will be roaring in laughter and you will have successfully ridiculed your nemisis in classic colon blow fashion.
me
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Okay, after a particularly angry-sounding email (though I could have misread it, to be fair) I spent 6 hours this evening updating my AmericanAngst Store. I increased the text on nearly every item and added roughly 50 new products, new sayings, and tried to group things together a little better than before. So go check it out and see if you can't find something for that hard-to-buy for person on your Christmas list.
I've added things like Teddy Bears (who have sayings on them such as:
Go buy stuff!
Someone Arrived Here Searching For:
dunking duck
pantyhose stall farting pooping
nude disco
jay leno peeing
smelly loafers
burger king song kevin and bean
sayings fucked
snotty nose women pictures
get over angst [I certainly hope that NEVER happens, or I'd be out of a really enjoyable hobby!]
seating etiquette at arenas hockey [this amuses me greatly...partly because I'm me --anal, all about Proper Behavior, a lunatic-- but also because it's HOCKEY...where they fight all the time, slam eachother into the boards, lose teeth, etc. Yet people are forever searching for etiquette data regarding hockey. I love it.]
lick my wife
people pooping and peeing in there pants at the same time
baggy pants with chains on them [do NOT do it. People will hate you. Me included. And really, shouldn't THAT matter above all else??]
christmas boobs
clean version of ding fries are done [Just tell people it's saying "Don't BOB for fries in hot fat" instead of...what WE put there. I cannot TELL you how many people feel the need to email me insisting that *I* have it wrong.]
"ding toast is done" [bwwwaaaa-hahahahahhaha! the TOAST is done! Apparently the singer is doing his own searches on google now!]
"where do girls pee from?"
ding fries are done sequel [my, my! Demanding little minions, aren't you??]
funny driving
idiot dumb pink girl porn
ding fries are does
pictures of nurses
burger king retard remix ding fries are done [remix?? are you SERIOUS?? what...you looking for rap and corky talkin' bout his bitches??]
french fries are done [so proper!]
"walked in on" boss stall [gross. I'd have to quit. Seriously.]
women screwing dogs to watch [that's what it costs?? Don't they have MONEY there??]
funny pictures female judge
pictures "girls faces"
smokahontas
Last 5 Entries:
How Much Are YOU Worth? - Sunday, Jan. 08, 2006 Perfume and Lazy Bastards.... - Wednesday, Jan. 04, 2006 Like Poop Through a Goose.... - Saturday, Dec. 31, 2005 Bling and Bullets.... - Thursday, Dec. 29, 2005 Get Into The Frickin Spirit.... - Friday, Dec. 23, 2005
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