I'd spare ya




I'd spare ya
Well thaaaanks
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Well...the idiot kid down the street soups up ricers to race. Then he tests them out on our street. We live on a small suburban residential street. AND there are several major highways within a mile or two that he could go on late at night and speed to his hearts content.
BUT NO....he races at 200 miles an hour up and down the street where there are little kids,other people, stray cats, ducks adn other various forms of life he could kill. Not to mention the ungodly noise it makes.
We got fed up tonight and called the cops. They said nothing they can do unless they catch him doing it..and obviously he isnt going to do it if theres a cop car on the street.
AND...therea re at least 3 cops within a cpl streets(well within hearing distance) that apparently dont give a shit...'cause nobody ever stops him.
Next time I'm going to wait until he goes by once, then put a board across the street with nails in it. Then when he comes on the return lap...he'll blow his ties out.
Hey....cant do anything if you dont see me do it...thats the rule I guess so....
Fucking kids.
Damn Cameron, I'd do SOMETHING.
Cops said they can set up a radar speed trap on our street. Think I'll go ahead and order that. They also recommended calling somewhere(I forget where..hubby actually talked to them) and reporting that hes running an illegal mechanics shop outof his garage, which he is.
Y'know....I dont give two craps what anyone else does. Until it affects me. We've yelled at him about his shit. The rest of the neighbors have yelled at him about this shit. He wants to be cocky and blow us all off...fine. Game fucking on.
Well when I get to go out on my own, no kids and a good song comes up I turn it up and sing along but I tend to lower it at a light or at a place I am stopped.



I fucking hate people who do that.
I live in St Charles, Mo. A friend and I were walking on Main Street, which is really quiet, kinda touristy and full of antique shops and middle-aged soccer moms. This dumbass, fat white dude came "rollin" down the street, going like 5mph, blasting crappy rap music so loud that it rattled all the windows on all the parked cars.
My friend yelled at him to stop over-compensating for his small penis and he turned bright red, turned off his radio and rolled up his window. Classic.
And as for the "me" generation thing. I agree. My parents raised us to work for what we want. I can't believe the way most of my generation acts. I sit in my college classes with kids who think that the professor should allow them to have loud, disruptive conversations during class. We call it "high school mode". My biology professor actually had to kick a girl out for talking last week. Pathetic. They all drive around campus, not watching other cars or pedestrians be cause they're "too important" to wait for others to go first. We had a major, 3-car accident behind my dorm the other day because no one wanted to wait for the others to go and they were all flying.
I love when you're sitting down to relax and just as you get into whatever show is on the idiot box....BOOM BOOM BOOM! My neighbors are learning that I don't fuck around, I will reach in the open window and turn it down if necessary or I will stand at your open window until you turn it down long enough to say "what you want?" then I will threaten you with physical harm if that shit goes back up. The shotgun in my hand USUALLY makes the stereo stay down.





The only good thing about where I live now is it's off the main road so I don't have to hear this all damn day.
It's not new either-When I was in hs, I worked at Burger King on the highway and you'd hear the cars before they got to the drive through speaker. As soon as we heard it, we'd start guessing what sort of car from the music: Primer grey Civic w/ ground effects and only the back window being opened or beat up camaro w/ a ton of crap hanging off the rearview were the most common.
Once the car radio was invented, people were cranking it, I swear.
That's good.
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