Continuing Rant Thread - Get it Off Ya Chest here

[Airgead]

Check with the council and see what the restrictions are on the number of dogs allowed on a domestic premise, it might be different where you are but here you are not allowed more than 3 dogs, maybe they could cull the herd for you.

Ha. I wish. Hornsby Shire is partly rural so they have farm fills kick up a stink if they try to restrict dog numbers. So no limit.

 

[Ducatiboy stu]

Hmnnnnnn. I've often wondered why Coles etc play dorky music in their stores... This above explains it all.

You shop at Coles.....

 

[pk.sax]

I also order pizza from dominos. Pickup. No pineapple or mushroom, extra olives and garlic. If I gave you my phone number you'd be able to order what I normally do.

Talk about getting sucked in.

 

[Ducatiboy stu]

You ordered Domino's....fool




oh...wait...your practical....damn....

 

[shaunous]

If anyone out there has a .22 and wants to make my problem go away, they might find themselves richer by several cases of whatever I brew next.

Does it matter if its a Semi-Auto???

 

[Camo6]

WTF? I played a lot of Wolfenstein but don't remember that level? Looks like your phone belongs in the tight-arse thread!

You got a cat C or D Shaunous? I miss the old man's self-loaders.

 

[shaunous]

Cat C, will go for and probably get Cat D soon, when I can be fuked.

Yeh, I still run an old pre-paid nokia, not many people under 30 with them, i rekon i hold some record for that

 

[shaunous]

I only just got the Wolfenstein part, hahaha, man I loved that game...

 

[Camo6]

I really need to dig my rifles out for a clean. I'm heading up to the old man's place this week and they've had a heap of fallow wandering around. An old 'alternative' farmer nearby got pretty crook and decided to release all his deer and goats to run free. Very considerate. But there ain't nothing you can't fix with a thirty aught six.

 

[shaunous]

As i've said before Cam, ur welcome down ere, we aint got much to shoot in Grafton other than the standard, but it aint far to travel to shoot the exotic.

 

[manticle]

I really need to dig my rifles out for a clean. I'm heading up to the old man's place this week and they've had a heap of fallow wandering around. An old 'alternative' farmer nearby got pretty crook and decided to release all his deer and goats to run free. Very considerate. But there ain't nothing you can't fix with a thirty aught six.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XLdxxJEB80

 

[Camo6]

Someone needs to get Waits to put this to song:

"Grandpa's Lesson."

Pappy took to drinkin' back when I was barely three.
Ma got pretty quiet. She was frettin', you could see.
So I was sent to Grandpa and he raised me up real good.
He taught me what I oughta and he taught me what I should.

I learned a heap 'o lessons from the yarns he liked to tell.
There's one I won't forget because I learned it 'speshly well.
There jist ain't many folk who live a peaceful, carefree life.
Along with all the good times there'll be lotsa grief and strife.

But there ain't many troubles that a man caint fix
With seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six."

Grandpa courted Grandma near the town of old Cheyenne.
Her daddy was cantankerous - a very greedy man.
He wouldn't give permission for a fancy wedding day
'Til grandpa paid a dowry - biggest ever people say.

Her daddy softened up when Grandpa said that he could fix
Him up with seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six.

Grandpa herded cattle down around Jalisco way.
Ended up behind some iron bars one dusty day.
Seems the local jefe craved my Grandpa's pinto mare.
Grandpa wouldn't sell her so he lit on out of there.

Didn't take much doin' 'cept a couple special tricks
Plus seven hundred dollars and his thirty ought six.

Then there was that Faro game near San Francisco Bay.
Grandpa's cards was smokin' hot and he took all one day.
He woke up nearly naked in a ditch next early morn'.
With nothin' but his flannel shirt, and it was ripped and torn.

Those others were professionals and they don't play for kicks.
He lost seven hundred dollars and his thirty ought six.

He begged some woolen trousers off the local storekeep there
Who loaned him both a pony and a rifle on a dare.
He caught those thievin' cardsharks at another Faro game.
He got back all his property and also his good name.

He left one bleedin' badly and another mostly lame.
My Grandpa's trusty rifle shoots just where you choose to aim.

Grandpa's slowin' down a bit and just the other night
He handed me his rifle and a box sealed up real tight.
He fixed me with them pale grey eyes and this is what he said,
"You're awful young but steady too and I will soon be dead.

I'll bet this here old rifle and this honest money too
Will come in mighty handy just as readily for you.
There jist ain't many folk who lead a carefree peaceful life.
Along with times of happiness, there's always woe and strife.

But.....ain't many troubles that a man caint fix
with seven hundred dollars and his thirty ought six."

Lindy Cooper Wisdom




Edit: "Cowboy up, gaddammit!"

 

[Steve]

I'm usually a perfectly calm person. I am not quick to anger. I am a peaceful, tree hugging hippy. Make love... not war. But you know what really, really f'n shits me to tears? Dogs. I hate them. Actually... that's not quite true... What I really hate is small dogs. Little yappy bastards. Actually, even that isn't quite true. What I really really hate is my next door neighbour's dogs. She has about 15 of the f'n things in a backyard the size of a postage stamp. The little bastards bark and howl all f'n day and all f'n night. When I really think about it, its not even the dogs I hate. Its her. I really hate my next door neighbour. I have never met anyone who has less consideration for others than her. She works at doggie rescue, which is all very admirable but all the ones they can't re-house, you know... the ones with the bad personalities or severe behavioural problems, like, oh I dunno... compulsive barking for example. She brings home. She loves it when they "sing to her", dozy, selfish, stupid &^%$#(*@#()*&@$*&%.

Don't even get me started on our council. Can't do a thing. No one else complains. Main reason being that her other neighbours are grey nomads and are home for about 2 weeks a year and the old lady up the back is 98 and deaf as a post. They tell me there is absolutely nothing they can do.

The only reason I haven't thrown poisoned meat over the fence is that it would rob me of the satisfaction of completely snapping one day, leaping the fence and strangling the little fuckers with my bare hands.

If anyone out there has a .22 and wants to make my problem go away, they might find themselves richer by several cases of whatever I brew next.

Or run over them with a Troopy. Whatever.

We once had a problem with some shitty little white yap yap things across the way in our cul de sac where we used to live. Non stop yap yap yap yap all day all night. I'd had enough so I put a note in her letter box saying if your dog doesn't stop barking its going to disappear. It stopped barking.

 

[Airgead]

Does it matter if its a Semi-Auto???

Right now I don't care if its a semiauto or a fuckin flamethrower.

I am this close to nailing her doors shut one night and setting the place on fire.

Mind you... I am moving the brewery to that side of the house. Right up close to the fence. Some delicious hops might just somehow find their way onto her side....

 

[bradsbrew]

,(!),
_ /o\_

 

[pk.sax]

If they keep breaking out of her yard onto public land and getting captured by the council, won't that get her classified as an irresponsible dog owner and force the council to ban her from having dogs since she cannot secure them.

Think you might need to twist the council's arm through amplifying her bad behaviour to intolerable levels. Idiots often break out into stupidity if you press their pressure points hard enough.

 

[Mardoo]

They might need some help getting out h34r:

 

[spog]

Just driven from Port Lincoln to Adelaide,heavy traffic, 8 hours of dickhead tailgaters and the mother inlaw has no beer!
Went for a drive to see if I find a place open no luck it's Good Friday .
But saw a sex shop open for business ,how's that for priorities,on Good Friday you can buy crotchless panties,anal lube a porno movie and a vibrator so powerful it would scramble your wife's ovaries but YA CAN'T BUY A F,ING BEER.
Like to get my hands on the ---- responsible ,not happy.....
Cheers...( grumpy) spog....

 

[Liam_snorkel]

Did you get a good deal on the above items?

 

[Jerry]

Some delicious hops might just somehow find their way onto her side....

Don't waste the delicious ones.

Throw over the cheap, ordinary ones.

Chinese ones perhaps.....