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SPAMCAPITAL VII: Conchaga is a douchebag!!

I wonder if my feet can take that.
 
Work boots.
 
I suppose I should get a steel toe in them too.
 
That weed whacker is pretty sharp. It whacked through some fairly thick saplings.
 
I am old woman but hear me RoaR!
 
I can still tear up a field of high grass.
 
They call me the Blade Ripper.
 
I need an artist to make me an avatar.
 
Old woman holding weed whacker dripping grass and young sapling juices onto a defeated field.
 
Could be a horror story.
 
Or, if my daughter would quit having financial emergencies, I might be able to pay the guy across the street to do my backyard for me.
 
Two tires for her car - just 2 - cost $350.
 
And, they were just good tires. Not really good tires. Just good tires.
 
Oh well. A number that should be lucky for me is coming up.
 
3,445 to go.
 
Things that annoy me.

1. People. Not any brand, flavour, colour or creed; just people. Your average person has about the imagination and intelligence of a chair leg and the quality drops when they clump together in herds. The only thing that I like about people is that there are some damn many of them, the anomalies are increasing in numbers. The downside to that is there are nineteen thickies to the person I stand half a chance at not being annoyed by.
 
2. Rain. I hate rain, unless it's tropical because it's usually a blessed relief from tropical heat. Anywhere else it's a damn cold miserable wet pain in the arse.
 
3. Facebook. I play a good deal of FB games. These require you to have roughly 3 million friends in order to get anything done in them, which means adding complete strangers, which means contact in people, see 1. Seeing complete and utter moronic bullshit appear in my newsfeed which I must constantly hide...GRRRRR.
 
4. Everyday chores.

If it were up to me, everyone in my house would eat peanut butter sandwiches and cereal, the pets would have run away or died of starvation, clothes would be washed monthly and the sink would be full of dirty dishes. Either that or my wife would be doing thrice the amount of stuff she does now probably kill my me one night in sleep for being such a lazy git.
 
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