MarPar
Meat Man with a Hat
On the lighter side, a couple of years ago, I fulfilled everyone's expectations by telling a group of neighbor kids to get off my lawn.
On the lighter side, a couple of years ago, I fulfilled everyone's expectations by telling a group of neighbor kids to get off my lawn.
Did you know that guy is Italian?
I'll tell you about a *****, In a food store parking lot(and I park far from the doors to be safe) A woman pulls up right next to my Dart(I'm sitting in it) slams her door into my passenger door,,,,then kicks her door again against mine while getting her fat *** rolled out of her car.She looks right at me,,says nothing and waddles away.Needless to say her car had more than a parking lot shot before I left....
A bloke I used to work with bought a brand new car, about a week later an old lady parked next to his car and opened her car door and hit his. He explained that he had parked well away from all other cars and there were plenty of free spaces, but she had to park right next to a new car and ' accidentally' hit it. Someone else overheard a scumbag state that any car with shiny new paint was for him a target, to be scratched. A case of too many people with rotten minds and challenged in the IQ department. I've had many of my cars damaged over the years, so now I drive an old bomb.One of the mysteries of life. When I was 16-22 I worked for a Food Broker (1969-77) while going to school. The first two years I used my 68 Cougar in 1970 and called on Supermarkets all over San Diego County. I always made it a point to park in the row farthest from the store entrance. Could be 10 rows, with the four closest having cars, and then next five lanes having no cars. I could come out of the store 1/2 hour later and those five lanes still have no cars but there is one car parked out in my lane... NEXT to me! WTH is it with that? Magnetism? Or, I can't park between two white lines unless I have a car on one side to guide me. Ranks right up there with underwear always turning inside out in the washer.
A couple years ago, I stopped at a rest stop on the NYS Thruway. I was driving my Impala company car.
I stopped and as usual, parked out in the lot a bit. A car pulled up a couple spaces away. I hadn't gotten out of the car yet, I was checking my phone for messages etc. A couple guys got out of the car and I noticed one came walking over toward my car. I heard something hit the trunk and the car moved a little.
The guy had tossed his cigarettes and lighter on the trunk and was sitting on my car!
I opened my door and swung my feet out... and just looked back at him... He said "oh.... excuse me! I'm sorry!" in a foreign accent and pulled his stuff off and walked away.
What about us northern brothers?Well, hang in there. We're making America great again.
A garage for every car...
You'll have to climb the wall and come here.What about us northern brothers?
We don't want to come there, we just want the garages. Besides, there is no wall at our border.You'll have to climb the wall and come here.
But be prepared to meet resistance.
Get rid of the socialists and life in Canada will vastly improve.What about us northern brothers?
We
We don't want to come there, we just want the garages. Besides, there is no wall at our border.