| Some other dog lovin' |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|09:09 pm] |
My mum's dog is a lovely fella, but as a rescue he can be a little neurotic and needy. I was looking after him recently when she was away on holiday, and the first couple of days are always a little fretful for him.
This time, he demonstrated his fretting by chewing on his blankets - one sheepskin, and one microfleece blanket. Not the end of the world - I picked up the bits covering the floor and thought no more of it.
Until walking time.
He was straining to have a poo - squatting, shuffling along, arse 4 inches from the ground, then stopping, straining, waddling along a bit further and so on. I walked over to where he was, poo bag at the ready to clear up after him, and there was just a long strand of poo coated stuff hanging from his arse, and it wasn't coming out any further. So I grabbed it with the bag, tugged, and about 6 more inches of fleece blanket, coated in poo and mucus drags out of his arse, and makes me feel really quite unwell.
Finn didn't seem to particularly appreciate it, either.
( and here's the mutt in question ) |
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| witnessed suck. |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|03:44 pm] |
dear sir:
you are drunk.
highly drunk.
i understand this makes you a little less intelligent than you might normally be.
but the store policy of "purchase total must be over $5 to use a debit card" is not going to be changed because "dude, [you] really really need a beer and [you] don't have any cash right now."
please stop arguing with the cashier.
yes, if that's the policy, you probably are "gonna have to buy something fucking else just so [you] can get a goddamn beer!"
this policy does not make the cashier a "fucking faggot."
please GTFO the store, i want to buy my fucking rainbow goldfish and you are in the way. |
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| Love is... |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|12:29 pm] |
...using your fingers to pick crusty old shit off your dog's ass because you're out of paper towels and the cling-ons are pulling his fur.
Yes, I washed my hands very thoroughly afterward with a lot of soap and hot water. X_X;; I'm going to call the groomer and gripe because they forgot to shave him back there. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|02:49 pm] |
Hello everyone! I have a suck from last night. Just as a recap, I work in a cinema and last night I was working as an usher.
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| Sometimes I appreciate children. |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|01:15 pm] |
So, yesterday I went to the store (had to get some three-minute miracle because my hair decided it doesn't like being cherry red) and while I was in line, a little kid ahead of me kept staring at my bright n' fried hair. Though someone had a ridiculous cartful and there was only one available register, everyone was waiting patiently in line when a woman with a handful of items ahead of me said to her son "OH! THESE ARE ON SALE!? HONEY, GO RUN AND GET MORE!" (in reference to some paperplates) right as it was her turn to pay. Now me, already being late and not wanting to miss the next bus to work, I was about to throw my aussie at her head and pray for her quick death so I could get on with mt Saturday. Plus, I remembered when my mom would do this to me and I'd be both embarrassed and pissed off. Her son, who looked about six, looked back at me and said "But mom, she only has one item and I don't know where to find those plates". His mom shot him a dirty look, then peeked at me to see if I'd heard, which I made clear I did with a smile and a tentative step forward. She said "Well, we got in line first so it doesn't really matter, now does it?" (Once again, narrowly avoided killing her with the aussie...) to which he replied "But ma, that's stupid", and he actually tugged on my shirt to pull me forward (which actually freaked me out). His mom shoved all her stuff on the counter and said "I said go get more plates! Hurry, they're next to the soda, run!". The kid did end up running, and he came back as her last item got scanned, so I can't really bitch, but it did make me wonder:
How do bad parents make good kids?. I mean, his mom clearly wasn't the most gracious person (Though how am I to know she wasn't having a long day, or some other time constraint) but he was so kind. Until I got to work and a baby threw up, I actually had positive feelings toward kids (in a general sense, not a spawning them one).
Anyway, that was more or less a long-winded story on appreciating the 10% of kids that aren't horrible brats. |
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| More great parenting.... :-( Makes me so sick |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|11:30 am] |
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I just saw this article posted on a forum I am on. What is wrong with people??? I can't even begin to imagine what goes through people's heads when they do things like this.
"A mother of seven is accused of running a house of horrors for pets at her suburban Long Island home, forcing her children to help torture them and burying at least 20 dogs in her backyard — animals neighbors now fear were beloved pets that mysteriously disappeared over the years."
full article here- news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091112/ap_on_re_us/us_suburban_pet_torture |
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| All too common WTF |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|09:06 am] |
So this happens disturbingly often at my call center. I think it's because we aren't allowed to disconnect a call, even when the caller is done. We have to wait for them to hang up, so sometimes we catch the start of what they do after the call. You can't imagine some of the weird shit I hear when they think they've hung up. o_O
This particular one almost always starts off the same. I'll be helping a member with their insurance question, the call goes well. They get the answer they need, they're happy, I'm happy, I do my little "thank you and please have a good day, sir/ma'am :D" ending bit. They reply just as politely, and I wait for them to hang up. Then I hear it..
... The flush of a toilet. Much, much too loud to be from another room.
I can't help it. My expression immediately turns to DDD:, and do a little grossed-out dance in my chair. All I can think of is "Oh god, so was THAT why they sounded so forced when I asked for their ID number? o_____O" *shudder!* |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|06:15 am] |
Short secondhand suck/wtf from a grocery store where the name fits.
Why, WHY for any reason would you go into the men's restroom,
do number two ON THE FLOOR, wipe with your underwear, and then throw the underwear ever so gently across the seat?
The was toilet paper! There was a toilet! There was a trash can! Why?! |
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| Everyone who knows anything has gone home. Seriously. |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|12:21 am] |
Answering service wench.
We're not the office, I swear. We don't know why they left early. We don't know what their weekend plans are. We don't know anything that isn't sitting in the file in front of our faces, because we answer for 500 clients, and 90% of our calls are simple messages to be held for the office, or urgent medical or home-and-business disaster mitigation stuff that we dispatch ASAP. We have zero access to any stored info our clients might have, and the little bit of info we DO sometimes have is only available because the person who forwarded the lines was feeling particularly forthcoming that day.
In short, we're cheery voices responding to your phone call, and we'd rather not deal with rudenes, entitlement complexes, or offensive bullshit.
Obviously, I'm not allowed to say what I'm really thinking when I get callers who simply refuse to understand the situation, but I'm certainly tempted. That being said, we are NOT required to take abuse. People start swearing at us, or being really nasty, and we can drop the call.
( OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU NOT HELPING MEEEEE??? WHY WON'T YOU DO WHAT I WANT??? ) |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|12:43 am] |
I was having sex with my boyfriend, and after he pulled out, I did something that I've never done before. I squirt like a foot onto the bed. It totally freaked me out, but he told me that it's normal. I've never really heard about it before today. xD
But damn, did it feel good after it happened. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|02:35 am] |
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This past summer, my fiance started complaining that he had a hemorrhoid. |
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