Thursday, October 23, 2014

Uncharitable thoughts

So Richard got the truck running. Woohooo! I loaded it up for a trip to the dump. And in the wee hours, some rat bastard crept up my driveway, popped the hood and cut the new battery out. He siphoned the gas out, too, and took the registration. He also pawed through my unlocked car, and reamed the ignition pretty good with a screwdriver.

Hey, asshole – that gas has been sitting in the tank for months. I hope you and your vehicle choke on it.

So once again I have a big brown ornamental truck out front. Now it's full of garbage. I'm feeling a little disheartened.

I'm going to hump up in my recliner, eat chocolate and contemplate the shotgun.

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