Leswonder!
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Brain damaged, drooling, clapping like george bush to a cartoon, IQ so low that zoo monkeys scratching thier own ass seem like geniuses- I would still want to attack a Harley Davidson like a dog.
No purpose but to torture the driver with the 360 degrees missing (sorry if I lost some of you - just engine math babble), and Everyone around them. entire neighborhoods at mercy to the decibals of idiot. Being as the noise enters my place without permission, Should i go outside and fire off a few rounds at thier lack of helmet? do I need thorozene? Oh No. thier evangelistic satanism has almost won me. I suppose there is enough to call the state police. What do ya think I should do about these girls trying to be men - and thats just the men with these bikes.
I did find a dead end street to move to. The type of street where kids may be playing sports in the road and quickly grab the net and run to the sidewalk when someone comes through.
a place where when you close your door you can hear yourself take a deep breath, the sound of keys smashing the counter are the loudest noise of your evening. relief. What ashame to run from a neighborhood of 60000 plus houses from here to the coast tortured by assholes with no concerns but themselves. Being a former mlitary man....this situation of ambivalence seems absolutely absurd to put up with. I suppose religion and biting my tongue is the way to go silently, and pretend I don't feel bad for those trying to live in peace in thier hard earned homes.
Ridiculous.
No purpose but to torture the driver with the 360 degrees missing (sorry if I lost some of you - just engine math babble), and Everyone around them. entire neighborhoods at mercy to the decibals of idiot. Being as the noise enters my place without permission, Should i go outside and fire off a few rounds at thier lack of helmet? do I need thorozene? Oh No. thier evangelistic satanism has almost won me. I suppose there is enough to call the state police. What do ya think I should do about these girls trying to be men - and thats just the men with these bikes.

I did find a dead end street to move to. The type of street where kids may be playing sports in the road and quickly grab the net and run to the sidewalk when someone comes through.
a place where when you close your door you can hear yourself take a deep breath, the sound of keys smashing the counter are the loudest noise of your evening. relief. What ashame to run from a neighborhood of 60000 plus houses from here to the coast tortured by assholes with no concerns but themselves. Being a former mlitary man....this situation of ambivalence seems absolutely absurd to put up with. I suppose religion and biting my tongue is the way to go silently, and pretend I don't feel bad for those trying to live in peace in thier hard earned homes.
Ridiculous.