August 4, 2003

The One Where Impenetrable Rage Is Running Through My Veins

Several things --

1. I want to kill the brainless gits across the backyard for blasting their fucking mariachi music the whole goddamned day (month, year). Okay, maybe not kill, but rather exhibit dramatic force knocking down their front door, only before rendering them unconscious by inflicting strong blows to their heads using the speakers blasting the aformentioned music. Oh, and maybe I can crush a few of those horrid CDs into tiny sharp pieces and force them down their throats. See if they like that.

2. The brainless gits' child, the Spawn of Satan, keeps wailing at the top of her lungs in Spanish. She belongs in a pound.

3. I hate, loathe where I live. I mean that from the bottom of my heart, from the depths of my soul.

4. Is throwing a brick through a window with a note bearing the words "Turn off the music before I render you unconscious" illegal?

Posted by Nancy at August 4, 2003 8:46 PM