I learned my wife's brother and his wife are divorcing after 21 years. Two kids in high school.
Sounds like it's one of those "I'm sick of you" divorces. The kids, of course, are taking the worst of it.
If I'm ever in a room with that dickhead again, I'm gonna smack him up side the head. How the fuck does one do that to their kids? He couldn't suck it up 3 more lousy years til his daughter finished school?
How does it feel to be occasionally correct?What this thread clearly needs is more Theodore....
mojoWhat the fuck is wrong with people?
I parked in the street in front of my house this afternoon. The neighbor across the street had a big giant white work truck in their driveway. The carpet guy.
When I walked out, my driver's side door is bashed in...obviously backed into. With white paint all over everything. Did the fucking idiot really think I couldn't figure this one out?
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Ya don't suppose it was somebody backing out of this driveway do ya?
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mojo
and law suit!!!!!
i think that might require about $50,000 worth of work, if that asshole doesn't want to be both sued and turned in for hit and run.
No shit. This is a public street. That's leaving the scene of an accident.
The door doesn't work right. I'm gonna have to get a rental while this is repaired.
Pretty sure I'm up to scratch....How does it feel to be occasionally correct?
We've had that happen once with my wifes' car and once with my truck in front of our house. Both times we saw the person do it and they tried to run. People are assholes.What the fuck is wrong with people?
I parked in the street in front of my house this afternoon. The neighbor across the street had a big giant white work truck in their driveway. The carpet guy.
When I walked out, my driver's side door is bashed in...obviously backed into. With white paint all over everything. Did the fucking idiot really think I couldn't figure this one out?
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Ya don't suppose it was somebody backing out of this driveway do ya?
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if you're good with the neighbor, get the name of the company, take pics, which you've kinda done. call the cops, and get a police accident report, leaving the scene, etc.'
Wow.We've had that happen once with my wifes' car and once with my truck in front of our house. Both times we saw the person do it and they tried to run. People are assholes.
My wife got hit on the freeway while stopped in traffic a week and a half ago and the fucking guy who caused the accident never got out of his truck to check on her...another motorist had to call an ambulance for her. Did I say people are asshole? Fucking bullshit.
Jeez! What an asshole.
I'm dealing with a mess at one of the groups that I volunteer for. The chapter president went manic (literally) and spent about 2/3 of the group's funds on himself. It's not a lot of money. And the guy is genuinely ill. But I'm the chapter VP. So I had to go to the bank with the treasurer to get the president off the account this morning. I'm now the acting president until the president is well again. Even then, me, the treasurer, and the board no longer trust the president. I haven't figured out how I will tell the rest of the group what's going on. It's going to be a difficult conversation. And the president doesn't know we took over. He's in the hospital getting his meds adjusted. Thankfully he didn't hurt himself.
It's the joy of being one of the officers in a mental illness support group. All of us in the group are a bit off kilter. Some, more than others.I'm still not sure what you just said. That's some convoluted shit.
No shit. This is a public street. That's leaving the scene of an accident.
The door doesn't work right. I'm gonna have to get a rental while this is repaired.
I was "sort of that guy" once. Me and some buddies were going to a minor league baseball game several years ago, and everyone met at my house so I could drive the family truckster.
This was when (by total happenstance), essentially all of my close friends drove Nissan Z Cars of various years and models. It was cool, and funny, and weird when we would meet up at Starbucks and have five Z Cars lined up.
Anyway, my buddy Mark parked his latest Z directly across the street from my driveway. I say "latest" because he had wrecked two of them in the year prior.
This latest one was beautiful! I actually found it for him after he wrecked the second one. I spotted it driving past the car wash where I was at, and noticed a "For Sale" sign in the window.
I jumped in my car and chased the guy down. The car was immaculate. 1984 300ZX (his preferred era), it was like a time capsule, mint condition. I got the guys info and my buddy bought the car that day.
So, we all pile into the Pathfinder, Mark is sitting directly behind me. Because of where the car was, I didn't see it in either mirror, and his big head kept me from seeing it when I looked over my shoulder.
Yup, I start backing out, and just as I hear Mark yell "Nooooooooooo!", I felt the thud.
Squashed that thing like a bug.
The worst part was that the poor guy not only witnessed me destroy his pretty car, but he was watching from inside the car that did it.
I felt terrible.
But, I couldn't exactly leave the scene...
Fuckers!