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Good Friday, MyBloggerstown:
    Looks like spring is finally here at the foothills of the Rockies. I am beginning to notice the buds of leaves on the trees. Before we know it the lilacs will be a-bloom and the prairie will be alive with wild flowers. Spring is almost always welcome anywhere ya live, isn't it?
    Othewise, all is the same here in Cow Snot. Crazy Sis continues to pursue her futile efforts to buy the house down the street from brother Bubba. She just won't let it go. And Bubba and his wife Suffering are doing nothing to discourage her. They plan to co-sign any loan she manages to snag. Those two know what a deadbeat she is but they are all for this exercise is fiscal idiocy. The place is an absolute shit hole that is gonna take thousands to make habitable. This is in addition to the $104,000 purchase price.  Well, I am gonna just shut up 'cause they don't listen to me anyway. (all: "ya, that'll be the day when YOU shut up, bugg")
     Life at Shady Pines also remains the same. New inmat...I mean residents show up, old ones show their asses. As we have seen, we have more than our share of space cadets...I mean poor unfortunates with psychiatric issues. There must've been a full moon last week 'cause they were all bats. Things have calmed down somewhat but it has been interesting to say the least. A couple of weeks ago, one of them bursts into the dining room where a bunch of us were sitting shooting the breeze and loudly announces in the most profane of terms that she's got an STD then proceeds to name the culprit, where he works, his physical description, and so on. Then admonishes us not to spread it around. The crazy bitch is screaming at the top of her lungs so that every moose in Canada can hear her and she tells us not to gossip about her misfortune. Someone asked her if condom use had ever occured to her and that seemed to stifle the tirade for a moment. Of course, yers truely could not resist.
Me: "Well, if you don't want to be gossiped about, then stop screaming about yer personally bid'ness. Everyone in the building can hear you and the cemetary called to complain that the dead were being awakened."
Shit House Rat: " humina humina humina" Then she stomps out in a wild eyed huff. This is not the first said occurance of this type from this party. Now many of us have youngsters who visit and I shutter at the thought that one of them might have been present when this display went down. I and several others filed a formal complaint with the Cow Snot Housing Authority.  Enough is enough. This is not a psychiatric facility, its a residence. A fact that has apparently elluded the housing authority as they keep putting these head cases here.
    Well, this is my life, ladies and germs. I suppose it could be worse. I could still be living with Crazy Sis.
Have a good weekend, everyone.
reguards
yer about to join them pal
bugg
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