Shit - the mowers always come on the most beautiful days

[Rabrrrrrr]

Seems like every day we have a beautiful, gorgeous day that I am planning on working from home with the windows wide open and a great breeze and a nice low temp and yet still sunny and wonderful, the fucking mowers come, and fucking ruin it.

Now I have to quickly run around, close all the windows that I just opened a little while ago, and turn the air con back on.

Fucking fuckers.

[ScreamingMeemie]

1. We had two days of beautiful weather and two days of the next

door neighbor's potty mouthed son impressing his baby bimbos with his foul mouth and "cigarillos" (member Swishers) in the back yard. I finally when out in my nightgown the other night and said, "XXXXX, Sweetie...? Does your Mama know you're entertaining when she's out???" which ended the late night cat calls... but, I'm sure he'll retaliate, thinking we won't figure out that it was he that threw the eggs at the house, even though there's an empty carton on his back porch... but it's worth it. :hi:

[sarge43]

2. Ear plugs, Rabrrrrrr, think ear plugs n/t

[Rabrrrrrr]

4. It's not the noise - it's the allergies.

Grotesquely allergic to mown grass.

Even driving on the highway, even with the windows up, I can generally tell when passing a recently mown lawn or hay field.

[sarge43]

16. Oh dear, that is a problem.

Nose plugs? :shrug:

[matcom]

3. who the fuck cares

get out an mow your OWN grass asshole!

next you'll be bitching that the butler always knocks to see if you're ready for your sponge bath right when you decide to model your new woman's panties :eyes:

[graywarrior]

5. .

:rofl:

[Rabrrrrrr]

6. Pfft. Don't even get me started on the household staff.

Most of 'em don't even speak English. I have such trying days sometimes.

Try explaining that you want the Palamino in English tack but the Abyssinian in Millbrook and the Kazakh in Western tack to a Stable Master who can't speak english.

[matcom]

7. what do you do when they fuck it up?

run around the Bently Garage screaming HEZBOLLAH?

[Rabrrrrrr]

8. If I have a driver handy to take me to the Bently garage, then yes.

But that's way off on the other side of the polo fields and golf course, so most times I end up in the Rolls Garage yelling "HEZBOLLAH!"

How did you know, though? That doesn't seem like something you could get right just on a guess.

[matcom]

9. the night you passed out

after you and I played Tele-Tubbies in your shower. you had WAY too many Cosmopolitan's and I wasn't that drunk. So I put my panties back on and decided i'd take a look around the place.

i found your Vespa and rode around the polo fields for a while.

btw, what is that black leather swing for out on the Lanai?

[Rabrrrrrr]

10. OMG! Of course! That was the night I fired my entire Rosemaling staff

in a fit of gin-fueled rage, wasn't it? If I remember correctly, you were the one who used the double-barrel 10 guage to help run them off the property. You certainly joined in with the feces throwing.

And that black leather swing thing - that's for, um, ripening watermelons.

[matcom]

12. wasn't me with the shotgun

oh sure the feces throwing was fun but George Michael was the one with the shotgun.

BTW, when did HE get there? I don't remember him coming in. maybe I DID have more Gin than I thought.

funny, I didn't SEE any watermelon's around the house :shrug:

[Rabrrrrrr]

14. He just showed up by accident. He was looking for Ron Howard's

"Party for the Artistically Bankrupt But Financially Rich", the monthly party he throws for his fellow poseurs, but he was too stupid to find it and ended up at my place thinking my driveway was the road back to Malibu or whatever shithole he comes from. And I was far too drunk to kill him or send him home, which I should have done, in the name of humanity.

[LSK]

15. ..

:rofl: :rofl:

[bleedingheart]

11. it hasn't rained for a long time where I live but they still mow...

I hope all their grass burns down because of it....it pisses me off...

[jpgray]

13. The things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge?

Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Monday morning loud lawn mower,
The upstairs jewish girl damn hoovering every thirty minutes,
From valium cig withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent flat household.
I want privacy.

:P

[RedCloud]

17. Hey Mow!, Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.