<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d10984815\x26blogName\x3dTwisted+life\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLUE\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttp://twistedlifeofmine.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://twistedlifeofmine.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-8579710881784851407', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Why I hate living here, Reason #3

Coming hard and fast, ain't they? Mmmmhmmmm. Oh, and TKW - if you want to do a race to see who reaches 100 first, bring it on, sistah.

3. Tupac thumped into the driveway again so I figured fine. Hubs told me call the po po on his ass and I did. I told them the deal, described the vehicle and gave the address where it was. Y'all know I got issues with the po po, but they have reached critical levels since moving here to the land where grammar went to die. Anyway, Fatty McCop drove up about 15 minutes after I got off the phone to report his little ass. Fatty waddled up to the door, spoke to him about 15 seconds and left. I doubt he even took down his license.

Now I know. I certainly did not expect a SWAT team to blaze up and carry him out in shackles but that would have been fun, no? I did expect Fatty to put his donut down long enough to write down the damn license plate number. I called the hubs and said that I called the po po, po po came and po po left and that would be the last time I did that. He asked but why? Well, I'll tell you why, hubs. I have to live here. You live here on what? Maybe a part time basis? You are also what? Eight feet tall and built like a defensive tackle on the Saints. Uh huh. So, sorry if I don't wanna piss off every single neighbor that I have, mmmmkay? I already know the dude is a dealer/runner, so while I really would rather not deal with Whitey Tupac, I really don't wanna deal with the trash down the street who would love nothing more than to have a Poop-a-Loop kebob all because I called the 5-0 on their boy.

So you won, Whitey Tupac. I give up. Is it sad that I spend my spare time looking up real estate listings in other cities dreaming of a land where the police are not all 350 pound pieces of shit who could not run a mile if their asses were on fire?

Yeah, I thought so too.


Elizabeth at 2:25 PM



at 2:38 PM Blogger TBG said...


at 2:39 PM Blogger TBG said...

LOL about the police comment so very funny! sorry tupac is such a fucker!

at 3:36 PM Blogger Pissy Britches said...

Fatty McCop.
Where the hell do you come up with this stuff.
Damn funny.

at 3:38 PM Blogger The Kept Woman said...

We had a neighbod downstairs from us in our first Houston apt. like that. Bass all the damn time...it's hard on us folk who like have to sleep 'cause we have jobs 'n shit. Anywho, the dad was big and scary and the kid was in a gang and used to hand out on the stairs on the way up to our place.

Fun times being a small honky white girl.

at 6:00 AM Blogger Ben said...

That would drive me fucking nuts, I hear you on this one.

at 8:14 AM Blogger Shell said...

You've got to get your neighbors involved. Get everyone to complain. See if the dude is renting and if so call his landlord.

Or you could call the cops and tell them that you think he's dealing. That might get their attention. Maybe some more neighborhood patrols.

Or you could just move to Houston. Lately the Cops seem to be using their Taser guns on lots of people. Upsetting a certain class of people who you hope just moves away anyway.

Three options...I highly suggest the last one though. I hear the fire department here is hiring...

at 9:06 AM Blogger aka_Meritt said...

I know I can't do a darn thing to help, but I can sympathasize. I can't spell it - but I can do it! :)

at 11:14 AM Blogger Tammy said...

You had me at "the land where grammer came to die."

That just sucks ass.

at 1:07 PM Blogger Kami said...

You kill me. KILL ME.

at 4:09 PM Blogger Arlene said...

When I used to live in an apt, the people downstairs were OBNOXIOUS as all holy hell! They played their music until all hours, I'm pretty sure he beat her, and she screamed non stop at their teenage son. People always wondered why I never called the police...why you ask? Because I had to live upstairs, and true white trash could care less about what they do to you, your kids, or your vehicle for that matter, and I was NOT about to piss those people off!!!!! I was so happy when I was moving though, and I dropped soooo much stuff on the floor on my way out :-)

at 1:08 PM Blogger Steven Novak said...

Wither I live remarkably close to you or there's a whitey Tupac in every town. ;)


at 4:56 PM Blogger Carrie said...

Oh that sucks. I hate obnoxious neighbors with a passion. You should have Shell come take care of him. She has no fear. :)

at 9:43 AM Blogger Sheri & SuZan said...

OK..."to the land where grammar went to die!"

You slay me!


Post a Comment