It’s been on the news a lot around here and Crissy isn’t sure why it’s particularly newsworthy but whatever. 99% of what’s on the news is total mind-numbing crap that keeps people blind to the REAL things going on in the world so why is Crissy surprised?
Anyway, apparently, some people were fighting over some dog shit in a yard and it got a little ugly and a baseball bat was waved around and some dude got arrested. You can read about it here if you want the details.
Crissy’s only mentioning it because she understands why people were fighting over dog shit because she has a problem with dog shit too.
And it makes Crissy violent and she wants to just go over to the neighbor’s house, drag them out, bring them over to her yard and smoosh their fucking faces in the shit. And sadly, this is not the same neighbor who is pulling the Zoning Board Shenanigans.
(btw, Numbnuts waved to Mister yesterday and Mister grunted at him and did not wave back. HA!)
Crissy lives in an idiot colony.
Valuable Life Lesson for the Queefs: When you go to buy a house, interview the neighbors. If they’re assholes, don’t buy the house.
Crissy didn’t know that, but now you do.
Some of you Queefs may remember something about how Crissy feels about the dog shit.
Does the name Tequila ring a bell?
Well she’s at it again and what Crissy did about the problem last year has become routine now but with a little less dancing and there’s nothing new to report except that these people may be foreclosed on at the end of the month and that makes Crissy both sad and happy at the same time.
She’s sad because it means that Mister and Kendra won’t have a convenient source from which to purchase Special Treats anymore and that means if Mister can’t find any he’ll be a giant cranky pants and drive Crissy up a wall–even more than he usually does and that is saying something. You don’t want to see Mister without his Special Treats. Crissy doesn’t know about Kendra without her Special Treats but she’s probably not very happy either. Also, these particular neighbors are in no position to ever judge anything Crissy does and that’s a nice feeling.
Being superior to people always feels nice, doesn’t it?
But it makes Crissy happy because maybe if they just go away she won’t have to deal with the fucking dog shit and the teenage boy revving his dirtbike in the driveway all fucking day all spring, summer and fall. These people come with a myriad of other bullshit that Crissy won’t go into right now, but just know that they’re always coming over to Crissy’s to apologize for something but the thing is that they don’t stop doing it!
What is worse Queefs?
Knowing you’re a dick, apologizing for it but never stopping OR being a dick and not knowing it?
- Beer Goggles.
- The face of evil
- As nasty as she wants to be
- Our House is a Very, Very, Very Fine House
- The Royal Weather Suckseth Royally.