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Mother fucking woodpecker man. On vacation and wanting to sleep but nope, stupid fucking bird decides it needs to bang on metal at 7am in the morning.
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I've been told they do it on metal so it's louder to attract mates. One did it on a transformer outside of my house and it sounded like a machine gun lolMother fucking woodpecker man. On vacation and wanting to sleep but nope, stupid fucking bird decides it needs to bang on metal at 7am in the morning.
Fair enough. But that's not likely to ruin a day. There can't be more than 5 people in the country who still need to collect gas receipts.Alternatively, it’s because there’s no receipt tape in the machine
That's huge man, glad to hear it. Big sigh of relief. Go punch that first doctor who mis-diagnosed right in the dick.So, update time...
The wife and I spent ALL of Monday at the doctors as they did countless tests and labs on her.
Good news is, it's not cancer. She has some pretty gnarly cysts though, which will require a hysterectomy.
Bad news is, she also has "long covid" AND fibromyalgia. She is diabetic so I wasn't too surprised by the fibromyalgia diagnosis. It was a huge relief for both of us that it wasn't cancer, so we're celebrating tonight with a dinner date and then movie and snacks at home with the pups.
* For those that haven't read my other posts the foot notes are; Wife had a CT scan, doctor told her it was cancer, obgyn said CT scans are terrible for that. They couldn't see her for testing till late May, I said fuck that, found a doctor 3 hours away that could see her Monday, this past Monday 4/8/2024.
Woodpecker started banging again at 6am and continued on for probably an hour.
I hope that thing gets smashed by a car.
Looks like he left my place and headed to yours. You're welcome.Woodpecker started banging again at 6am and continued on for probably an hour.
I hope that thing gets smashed by a car.
Problem is I dont live on a quiet out of the way street. Fucking thing is probably protected under some dumb federal law and risking a pound me in the ass prison sentence.That’s why the air rifle was suggested less sound
And he was back at 6am today banging away.
Problem is I dont live on a quiet out of the way street. Fucking thing is probably protected under some dumb federal law and risking a pound me in the ass prison sentence.
Air rifle with a scope.And he was back at 6am today banging away.
Problem is I dont live on a quiet out of the way street. Fucking thing is probably protected under some dumb federal law and risking a pound me in the ass prison sentence.
Better man than most. I would have broken his bones and made sure he had no chance of being conscious for a day or two. You would have been in the right to do more than you did. Hopefully it won't have to happen again.*Sigh* This just happened today. Also this isn't the first time. THIS time, the kid fucked around and found out. I had to calm down a bit before writing this.
Pulled up behind a car at the gas station and start pumping my gas and get back in my car. The guy in front of me is done pumping gas and pulls off. It looks like I'm an idiot and didn't pull up to the furthest tank. Some little rice burning Honda CRX pulls up behind me and starts mashing his horn. I ignore him. There is plenty of room to pull up to the pump ahead of me. He does so. Some five foot five Spanish dude gets out his car and what does he do? Spits on my car, and walks up to my window.
I honest to goodness did my best to remain calm. It's just a car.
Now, I know look like some old ass man behind my steering wheel, especially when I look down my readers at you. I roll my window down and tell him these exact words...
"My man, I will let this slide. Please get away from my car."
He spits on me.
Now, I can honestly say I am still ridiculously strong. (Still benching over 405 lbs at age 52). I open the door so hard and fast it knocks him into the trash can between pumps. He knocks it over, and falls loses his balance. I'm now out the car, and hulking over him. I grab him by his pants and throw him like 10 feet to the front of his car.
His GIRL gets out the car yelling at me in fuckin some googly Faulty Armor language, and gets right in my face. (well my chest). I tell her to back up and check her man. SHE tries to push me. I grab this dumb bitch by the neck, and was about to toss her, until this woman on the opposite pump says to me, not to waste my time. It's not worth it...etc etc.
I let her go. SHE starts dialing 911. The same woman that stops me, tells her she saw everything, and her and her boyfriend will go to jail if they show up.
All this time the boyfriend is trying to get up off the ground. NO idea why he was still on the ground. I didn't hit him anywhere that would disorient him like that.
Both these clowns got in their car, and speed off. I'm done with my gas. Wave to the lady. Drive off, go home.
Police show up at my door an hour later. I give my mother my ATM card, and proceed to open the door. I'm not looking happy I guess because the cops say to me "Bad day huh?"
Twister. They ask me do I want to file charges. Apparently the gas station called the police, and they got everyone's plates off the cameras. I tell em yep. They say the kid is local, and they will take care of it. That's it.
My blood pressure is thru the roof. I feel like my head is about to explode.
That right there is some fucked up shit. For what it's worth, sorry it happened to you dude.*Sigh* This just happened today. Also this isn't the first time. THIS time, the kid fucked around and found out. I had to calm down a bit before writing this.
Pulled up behind a car at the gas station and start pumping my gas and get back in my car. The guy in front of me is done pumping gas and pulls off. It looks like I'm an idiot and didn't pull up to the furthest tank. Some little rice burning Honda CRX pulls up behind me and starts mashing his horn. I ignore him. There is plenty of room to pull up to the pump ahead of me. He does so. Some five foot five Spanish dude gets out his car and what does he do? Spits on my car, and walks up to my window.
I honest to goodness did my best to remain calm. It's just a car.
Now, I know look like some old ass man behind my steering wheel, especially when I look down my readers at you. I roll my window down and tell him these exact words...
"My man, I will let this slide. Please get away from my car."
He spits on me.
Now, I can honestly say I am still ridiculously strong. (Still benching over 405 lbs at age 52). I open the door so hard and fast it knocks him into the trash can between pumps. He knocks it over, and falls loses his balance. I'm now out the car, and hulking over him. I grab him by his pants and throw him like 10 feet to the front of his car.
His GIRL gets out the car yelling at me in fuckin some googly Faulty Armor language, and gets right in my face. (well my chest). I tell her to back up and check her man. SHE tries to push me. I grab this dumb bitch by the neck, and was about to toss her, until this woman on the opposite pump says to me, not to waste my time. It's not worth it...etc etc.
I let her go. SHE starts dialing 911. The same woman that stops me, tells her she saw everything, and her and her boyfriend will go to jail if they show up.
All this time the boyfriend is trying to get up off the ground. NO idea why he was still on the ground. I didn't hit him anywhere that would disorient him like that.
Both these clowns got in their car, and speed off. I'm done with my gas. Wave to the lady. Drive off, go home.
Police show up at my door an hour later. I give my mother my ATM card, and proceed to open the door. I'm not looking happy I guess because the cops say to me "Bad day huh?"
Twister. They ask me do I want to file charges. Apparently the gas station called the police, and they got everyone's plates off the cameras. I tell em yep. They say the kid is local, and they will take care of it. That's it.
My blood pressure is thru the roof. I feel like my head is about to explode.