His name was George. We did not always get along, and at times I feared him when he drank. Sometimes he would knock on my door when he was bombed...always smelling of whisky and wearing a 'wife-beater' T-shirt. I kept a can of wasp spray near by in case he became violent. (It works better than pepper spray.)
Anyway, on Friday we spoke about some issues. And agreed to a 'truce.' While I was at the beach, I found a beautifully colored seashell, and was planning to give it to him.
Upon arriving home, I saw many cars and boquets of flowers surrounding the house. George had died of a heart attack only hours after we had breakfast on Friday. Now I feel aweful about all those times we fought...
Where do you live?
I prefer not to discuss such intimate details. I am a bit shy. It's just my general nature I guess. And from reading some of the posts on here, there does seem to be some fighting and nastyness going on.
So I guess we'll just see how it goes from here. Thanks for your reply, but you could have offered condolences...
So the funeral is going to be tomorrow. I am somewhat nervous. I usually do not go to funerals for any reason. I get physically ill. When my grandpa and grandma died, I keep leaving the 'wake' because I could not stand the smell of the funeral parlar, nor seeing them in caskets. I don't want to be rude. But I don't want to go either. And now...who do I give my rent mone too? I guess his wife?
I'm sorry, you must be mistaking me for someone who gives a shit.
I'm sorry, you must be mistaking me for someone who gives a shit.
Yet again, I am met with another rude response. What is wrong with some of you?
If you can come out, I can too. :eek:
Invasion of the Sock Puppets! :eek:
Please don't come out in my sock puppet, that's rude. And sticky.
http://www.cafepharma.com/boards/showpost.php?p=3505975&postcount=5
so... out of ideas? this is SO last year.
Thank you for your kind words F***tard. Mr. Landlord was drunk when he came to my door. He was wearing a wife-beater T-shit that was covered in ketchup and mustard stains. He reeked of body odor and alcohol.
I was prepared with my wasp spray. You appear to own a home. You are fortunate. I am not. I can't sleep. This man is the devil.
Did you know that his bathroom is right above my tiny apt.?? Everytime he takes a piss, I have to hear it. Half the time he misses, and the urine comes through my ceiling. It is no way to live...
I have been a good and quiet tennant, and have never caused problems. I'm simply lost as to know what to do...and I don't want my parents to get upset. I am already a dissapointment to my entire family...
Your 'friend'
Pam.
Wait, your landlord was Osama goddam Bin fucking Laden??? Why didn't you say so??? There was $50,000,000 on him, for god's sake!
His name was George. We did not always get along, and at times I feared him when he drank. Sometimes he would knock on my door when he was bombed...always smelling of whisky and wearing a 'wife-beater' T-shirt. I kept a can of wasp spray near by in case he became violent. (It works better than pepper spray.)
Anyway, on Friday we spoke about some issues. And agreed to a 'truce.' While I was at the beach, I found a beautifully colored seashell, and was planning to give it to him.
Upon arriving home, I saw many cars and boquets of flowers surrounding the house. George had died of a heart attack only hours after we had breakfast on Friday. Now I feel aweful about all those times we fought...
What exactly did you feed this guy?!?
http://www.cafepharma.com/boards/showpost.php?p=3505975&postcount=5
so... out of ideas? this is SO last year.
I think she mentioned the seashell thing before, too; whether here or on another post from somewhere else that someone reposted here.
George had died of a heart attack only hours after we had breakfast on Friday.
What exactly did you feed this guy?!?
Judging by his posts I think
a load of old shit?
Unsuccessful troll is unsuccessful.
Here is a cat pic for you!
Please dion't show pictures of cats with nothing stuck in their throats.
It's still too soon.
I think you,
Scabbily
SG as was
The landlord dead. Long live the landlord!
Dangerous time to be a landlord. They're dropping like flies.
Queens is lousy with dead landlords!
Queens are lousy with dead landlords.
How many times do we have to go over this? When the subject is plural you use are when the subject is singular you use is. Even though the Queen is not a subject, when there are more than one you must remember to carry the remainder of the hypotenuse and divide by the sum of the molecular orbit. Please pay attention, I have a can of wasp spray.
But female kittehs are queens and kitteh nouns always take is, irregardless (;)) of plurality.
except after c or when sounding like eh? as in beauty eh?
But female kittehs are queens and kitteh nouns always take is, irregardless (;)) of plurality.
*snicker*
I see what you did thar. ;)