Thursday, March 22, 2007
There's a whole lotta dobbing going on!
We had another local PotHead busted for growing a few plants for personal use. Once again they were dobbed in by a vindictive dobbing arsehole bitch.
Funny, that the dobber BCB and her FSH made their money to buy their house in this town by the sale of their own cultivations in another town. How's their fucken form aye? See, they moved here hoping that their previous reputation wouldn't follow them. Stupid people. Ve vill find zee out EVERYZING in zee small town...and if we don't find it all out, we will ad-lib. Heh. But "apparently" not in this case.
Also funny, that the BCB went around to the dobbee's Mum's place in an attempt to explain herself and her actions. My sister and I agreed she'd be saying "I only did it fer the sake of the kiddies". Which would be fair enough if the kiddies seemed underfed, beaten or neglected. They aren't. They seem stupid, but hell my sister and I figure that's just from their mothers gene's. She's a bit dense. But...Nope BCB done it to be a vindictive nasty piece of piss. That's just how they roll. And believe me they'd have to roll, weight gains run in that thair family.
And perhaps the BCB should consider sticking her fat nose in her own flesh and bloods home. I mean that grandkid of hers is being fed to death by the look of him. He's a little porker. Unhealthily so.
Elation was dobbed in by the family of one of the towns Old Girls. Dunno if it was warranted or not as the dobbing family are well known for their antics. Has been said, that the son has hated Elation for a long arsed while. Wonder if he knows she fingers herself...maybe if he did he'd have been happy that Elation hadn't been down to check on his Mum. She might have ended up in a worse boat than what she did. Dunno.
What I do know is.
I wasn't gunna let Elation do her "snivelling/please hold me" act on my bloody shoulder. Ouff that makes me dry retch just thinking about her doing that. But I think I cut the chances down of her doing so when I replied "Shut up, sit down and just drink yer fucken coffee" when she started on the "dramatics". Mind you, when I said that I didn't know what her latest problem was.
Kinda glad that I was unaware, as I probably wouldn't have said it.
I like it when I am not required to censor myself...
...heeheehee.Labels: Topz Peeplz Skillz
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Annnd the wheels on the bus go round and round...
Round and round and thank fuck that they do. Today was oldies bus trip day, I love the fourth Tuesday of the month. I’d almost give the bus driver a headjob for taking them away for the day...but it would make them late for their outing.
I so hate having to raise my voice at people, especially when I can't slap at them as well. But raise it I did when yelled at by the new meals on wheels recipient. He’s deaf. Well I gather he is when he yells “I can’t HEAR YOU!!!!”. Get some fucking hearing aids then you grouchy old prick. So much for confidentiality when the neighbours can hear us. Not too fussed on him...smelly old goat. Although he did make me grin on the inside last week when I asked how his meals have been...“I’ve enjoyed every toothfull”, then he yelled at me again so I stopped the inside grinning and went back to the smelly old goat thought.
I managed to not only avoid the vision of Elation [the community nurse] knuckle deep in her nethers this morning but also managed to avoid her “she’s touching meeee” fingers. Ditzy and her sister Mitzy tried to trick me into walking past her office while she was fingering herself. But I was onto them. Alas I missed Elation giving Mitzy a hug. Pity I didn’t miss the sight of her stained granny pants when she sat on the steps having a smoke and coffee...her zipper was still undone. I didn’t tell her. Mitzy did, hence the hug.
And here I thought, today was gunna be one of them days when I made eye contact with Friar-Fuck out in our respective carports this morning. HA!Labels: Topz Peeplz Skillz
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Dunno what got into me last night...
But I was positively smiling at fellow shoppers...and no ye bunch of rotters I'm not talking about my snarly bared teeth smile either. It was genuine smiling. I even did it at the shopping challenged shoppers. You know the ones, them that just drift over to the shelves whilst their trolley stays in the middle of the aisle. I can honestly report that I didn't bounce any of the four trolleys I came across like that outta the way once.
Fuck! How good am I aye? Go on, tell me how good I am! I need the validation. Well occasionally I do, usually I just don't give a bugger what yers think. Ha!
But yes, I was the one with the happy face smilun at the toddlers propped up in the trolleys...well except for that one kid I pulled a face at him, don't ask me why I just felt like it at the time. I believe it helps them to be wary of strangers when you do that. Consider it a service I am providing. Free of charge.
And may I just add Woolworths it was a pleasure to use yer rejuvenated trolleys...not once did I have to fight the thing to steer it...I fairly breezed along. Corners. Ha...what bleeding corners. No lower back ache. I almost felt like doing an extra couple of laps up through your aisle's just because it was such a novelty. In hindsight I should have because I had to wait for my sister to finish her shopping for what seemed bloody aaages.
The only monobrow moment I had was when hitting the birthday card aisle. At first I thought some reject had gone along and turned every mother loving card back to front...all I could see were rows and rows of white with the hallmark logo. WTF. And here I was having to pick out not one but two cards. Pick a spot, pull out card discover it's not worthy, return it, pick another spot ditto...ditto...ditto.
Well I soon got tired of that so when I spied a staff member crouched down further up the aisle...as if the cow was trying to hide from me...I strolled on up to her and asked what the deal with the card section was. "Oh we're doing a stock take, you can turn them around now"...so I did. Well not all of them just the one's I had looked at. Eventually I scored the appropriate cards. One has a dog with it's gob open as if its feral like with the caption It's your birthday...couldn't you just pee from the excitement. Yep okay the fourteen year old will like that. The other is a Stevo card...okay that takes care of the ten year old he's a dead keen [no pun intended] croc-hunter fan. Frig I hope it doesn't make him cry. Naah. He'll be right.
My sister and I done did something tonight that we have never ever done in all our shopping together history. We actually went inside Kentucky Fried instead of waiting in the drive-thru. Shock horror. Yes, well the long arsed line and us not being able to see the menu board did decide that one. For the life of us we don't understand why the menu board sits a fair bit ahead of the order box. You can't read the fucker. Why don't they have one before the squawky talkie box. I'm pretty sure that would speed up the line some.
Ahh wicked wings I do so like yers, three fer a buck 95...I can dig it.Labels: Topz Peeplz Skillz
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Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Another Tuesday bites the dust...
And curses I had to call stinkun bingo. I swear [well yes I dooo] I age six months each time I have to call those bloody numbers. My nightmare is, the only job I will qualify for in yankytown is as a bingo caller. Ohh wouldn't that just be topppps. "Hello my name is _ _ _ _ _ and I call bingo".
18...one eight, the amount of times Wrennie has whinged so far.
24...two four, the size of wood I am gunna use to whack Zola with if she interrupts my number flow for the umpteenth time.
73...seven three, fer the looove of gaaawd set me freeeeeee.
They were all happy little campers with their craft activity...as they damn well should be. Although their enthusiasm might, I say miiight have had something to do with the bloody big hurt-me-quick stick I had in my hands. Will post some photo's of their prowess with the paintbrush next week when we put the finishing touches on them...yeah I know, you's cain't waaait for them, but yers are just gunna bloody haftah.
Mind you, I found out the one I did as the example had been dropped by one of them envious old tarts and the bit's got broken off...aren't they horrors! Luckily I took a 
of it before I left it in their jealous dropsy hands. After re-looking at it I could use some re-schooling in painting myself, just quietly. I was tempted to put The LFB's thong pic in the frame but thought naaah that would just git their lechy dried up juices a flowing. I clean up enough after them, let alone cleaning those puddles up.
When I dropped Large Marge off she said "I love YOU" naturally my reply was "yeah, yeah Shut It and get outta my car Old Lady"...naaah I didn't, I told her I loved her as well. Twas the highlight of my day that was.
Ahhh thank bugger tomorrows Wednesday.Labels: Missus Clever Troosers, Topz Peeplz Skillz
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