California rules.
The State is broke...but the weather is great.
Fucking A, baby.
posted by pancho3
about 1 month ago
Well, I was going to go back umpteen pages and catch up, but you fuckers have been way to talky. So I'm just moving on.
The ex came over today, to teach me how to use the carpet cleaner. Wound up cleaning the carpet himself. It took him 5 hours to clean one 10 x 10 spot in one room. From the dog shitting on the rug. The ex was about ready to kill him when he shit on the rug while he was cleaning it.
Yes, cresto, I know what you'll say next
The weather is great in Southern California. Every time I've been anywhere north of San Fransisco, it's been cold, windy, and dreary.
So, when I hit LA next September, can I come visit? Veg? how about you? My daughter has decided to head back to UCLA then. This will be quite the road trip. Straight across the country, so she can keep her car. Zooooooooooooom. 3,000 miles, in a few days.
I'll be flying back. I'm too old for this shit.
Fuck you Panch, you'll change that tune when we beat Florida next week. Go Ducks!
posted by Pluto50
about 1 month ago
Cats -- I'm in fucking NORTHERN CA! LOL! But it's not always cold and dreary up here... So, if you make it North of the Golden Gate, SURE!
Pluto, dare I say FUCK DUCKS?
I might have killed the dog myself, Cats. What's up with that?
Morning, fuckaroos. Another dreary day in Western NY. Fred got out of his towel yesterday, and took out my arm. Damm, that cat is strong.
Veg, I think I just caught San Fransisco on bad days.
But the daughter is heading back to CA, to UCLA, in September. We're going to do a marathon run, in her car. She's already guaranteed a job at Target down there, to pay for it. She'll be living across the street from the school, with friends.
But if I have the bucks, I'll run up from LA. Rent a car, since I am aware how far it is. While I've been to San Fransisco, I haven't yet been farther north. And I want to see more of CA. But I will not leave from Oakland Airport. TOO many bad memories.
TS, not sure why he prefers the front room to outside. He sleeps with me, and I am obviously clueless why he likes the carpet there. We take him outside a number of times a day to take care of that kind of thing.
He's also still into pulling cat shit out of their boxes. I won't let him lick me, as he eats the stuff.
Well, the cats have bad habits, too. Some days, I wonder why I even have pets.