It's funny I brought up guns in my last post, because I will be getting a gun before the summer is out. Things have gotten so bad that I'm finally resorting to pre-meditated murder. I've *thought* about killing someone before - c'mon! we all probably have. Right? I can't possibly be the only one?!? (crickets chirping) Sometimes, you just have to do what you have to do...
No. It's not Ray Bitar (founder of FT), or anyone at the DOJ. Altho, I wouldn't feel too safe walking outside if I were them... But I digress...
It's the f*cking ducks that keep crapping all over the side of my pool!!! I'm a pretty emotionally even-keeled guy. But the problem with many even-keeled guys is that when they go off the deep end, they just sink straight to the bottom. Don't even bother with the bobbing up and down for hours and slowly sinking. I'm like a guided torpedo straight to the abyss, baby!
You don't know how f*cking infuriating it is to wake up to a beautifully sunny day... looking outside at my little lake and nice oasis area around the pool, and off in the distance, I can see a f*cking duck walking around the pool like he owns the place. And then he stares me down and yells over...
My parents didn't immigrate to this country so that their eldest son would have to clean the feces of animals!!! Not sure if you guys ever watched Sesame Street where they had the "one of these things is not like the other things" segments.
Here's mine: * Ivy League graduate * MBA * Former wall street trader * cleans animal crap on a regular basis
I know it's a tough one. So think about it, because this post will be continued.
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