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Main Forums => The Roundtable => Topic started by: Ben on August 03, 2017, 01:37:37 PM
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Just got back from the dump, where I paid to dump a truckload of somebody else's trash to include a disgusting old couch that probably gave me a disease and all sorts of other ratty crap that ahole mother *expletive deleted*er dickweed drove fifty feet down my road apparently in the middle of the night to dump, then put it in an irrigation ditch where I nearly gave myself a hernia getting the couch out. It's $15 for a truckload* at a transfer station 6 miles down the road that's clean and easy to dump from, you horse's ass. You had to go out of your way to get to my place and throw it away. I hate you. Plus the heat index is 108 right now, you worthless piece of *expletive deleted*it.
*Well, except for the three tires that he also dumped, which are $5 a pop, so I have to store them until the next free hazmat day and get rid of them then for you. Jackass.
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Had a jackwad do that on my friend's property some years ago.
Only, the idiots left some identifying paperwork in the load.
Things didn't work out very well for them in the end.
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Had a jackwad do that on my friend's property some years ago.
Only, the idiots left some identifying paperwork in the load.
Things didn't work out very well for them in the end.
And they found them at Alice's Restaurant?
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I would love to have some identifying paperwork just once.
This isn't the first time this has happened to me, but big loads are rare. Usually my cousin gets stuck with those because people take another one of our roads and dump in the middle of his orange orchard. They probably did it to me this time because the corn is around head height, so it was a shorter detour to dump on me and stay somewhat hidden.
Usually what I get are bottles, cans, McDs bags, etc. Both the fields here have county roads on one end, so I get whatever people toss out of their cars while driving, and just have to take the 4wheeler and a trashbag once a month or so to clean up the edges.
Or the other thing I absolutely hate, when it's time for the orange harvest, all the laborers that pick my cousin's oranges always park on our road (adjoining property) and then treat it like Tijuana. Drink a bottle of Coke? Drop it where you stand. Bag of chips? Drop it where you stand. Every harvest season it looks like the day after an SJW protest.
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Around these parts, a common practice is to take an old travel trailer, stuff it with as much junk as possible, then just leave it (without license plate or other identifiers) by the side of the road. Yes, it's infuriating.
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Or the other thing I absolutely hate, when it's time for the orange harvest, all the laborers that pick my cousin's oranges always park on our road (adjoining property) and then treat it like Tijuana. Drink a bottle of Coke? Drop it where you stand. Bag of chips? Drop it where you stand. Every harvest season it looks like the day after an SJW protest.
Is it worth putting out a couple trash cans?
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Is it worth putting out a couple trash cans?
We've got a 1yd dumpster on the road in front of the house, and I've picked up trash literally 20' away from it. It's a cultural mindset or something.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqeL-9VwRaQ
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We've got a 1yd dumpster on the road in front of the house, and I've picked up trash literally 20' away from it. It's a cultural mindset or something.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqeL-9VwRaQ
Bingo.
It's the same nasty *expletive deleted*ers that toss used toilet paper in the corner of restrooms rather the flush it down. Because screw it, that's how they do it back home.
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Douse it with gas a light it up. Problem solved no heavy lifting.
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Ben anecdoted:
Or the other thing I absolutely hate, when it's time for the orange harvest, all the laborers that pick my cousin's oranges always park on our road (adjoining property) and then treat it like Tijuana. Drink a bottle of Coke? Drop it where you stand. Bag of chips? Drop it where you stand.
....later post....
It's a cultural mindset or something.
I hate to have to agree with that. I've seen similar behavior dozens of times when I worked in our local sanctuary city. Munch on your Macwendyking's, finish drink, set down bag and paper cup and walk away.
Took the first half a dozen or so times for it to dawn on me but that's the way it looked. Came to be a postjudice based on observation rather than a mere prejudice. And of course, I was well aware of possible confirmation bias of my later observations, but the postjudice still wouldn't go away nohow.
Unscientific anecdotal evidence.
But "anecdotes" seem to be at the core of scientific investigation and discovery.
They say that Asimov remarked that the greatest moments of science came not when someone says "Eureka," but when someone says, "Gee, that's odd."
But I thought I originally read that in a book called "Arrowsmith" by Sinclair Lewis --required reading in High School English class.
X (230RN, his mark)
REF:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arrowsmith_(novel)
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Douse it with gas a light it up. Problem solved no heavy lifting.
Generally not a good idea in or next to a farm field. Unless you don't want anything to grow there for several/many years...
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Douse it with gas a light it up. Problem solved no heavy lifting.
The authorities get upset when you do that to the dumpers.
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Bingo.
It's the same nasty *expletive deleted*ers that toss used toilet paper in the corner of restrooms rather the flush it down. Because screw it, that's how they do it back home.
Yes. No consequences. Doesn't matter to them. It isn't their property. Of course, some of them might do it to their property.
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Douse it with gas a light it up. Problem solved no heavy lifting.
The trash, or the person who left it?
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The trash, or the person who left it?
The latter would be more environmentally friendly.
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The trash, or the person who left it?
Yes
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I actually saw a sign once that said something like this:
Please no dumping.
Your mother won't
clean up after you.
I will.
And I will be pissed.
You don't want me
to get pissed.
Professionally done, centered text, nice border, on about an 18" X 2' piece of sheet steel. Didn't actually measure it.
There were bullet holes in it.
*expletive deleted*ck.
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And they found them at Alice's Restaurant?
"I cannot tell a lie; I put that envelope under that garbage"
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So, seein' as how I'm so out of touch and never liked political hippie music in the first place, I looked it up.
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/arlo+guthrie/alices+restaurant_20518619.html
Dayam, that's longer than even my posts on APS !
Incidentally, Whitehall Street (last part of Gurthrie's reverie above) was where I had my Selective Service examination too. Neither my mother nor my girl friends nor my wives ever, in my whole 78 years, touched me as much as they did at Whitehall Street.
I surely felt beloved by my government.
Terry
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So, seein' as how I'm so out of touch and never liked political hippie music in the first place, I looked it up.
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/arlo+guthrie/alices+restaurant_20518619.html
Dayam, that's longer than even my posts on APS !
Incidentally, Whitehall Street (last part of Gurthrie's reverie above) was where I had my Selective Service examination too. Neither my mother nor my girl friends nor my wives ever, in my whole 78 years, touched me as much as they did at Whitehall Street.
I surely felt beloved by my government.
Terry
In 1967 I was stationed at Edgewood Arsenal in Maryland. My parents were in Connecticut at the time, and once in awhile I went home to see them. I usually gave a ride to another guy in my unit whose family was in Connecticut, so the route brought me through NYC, across the George Washington Bridge, and down the New Jersey Turnpike. I usually returned to Edgewood late at night, so reception on the AM radio in my car could be spotty.
On one of those trips (solo that time), shortly after getting on the NJ Tpke I was hunting for a station with decent reception and I stumbled across what turned out to be station WBZ out of Boston. (Yeah, it was a skip -- I was just a few miles out of NYC but Boston was the strongest station on the band. WBZ really cranked up the power at night -- that was one of the few stations we could get at night at my grandparents' house halfway up the coast of Maine when I was a kid.) And they were playing this new song that went on ... and on ... and on ... and on ...
Yes, it was Alice's Restaurant, and that song lasted for almost my entire time on the NJ Tpke that night. Until then I had never heard of Arlo Guthrie. Woody Guthrie I knew of, naturally, but not Arlo.
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In form, but not content, if reminded me of Molly Bloom's "monologue."
It was a good joke about admitting he put the envelope under the trash, and the consequent thorough investigation, but he should have stopped there. (And in fact, he should have reversed the two events... the investigation, then the confession.)
Oh, well.... "art."
You want humor in song?
https://youtu.be/MZ35SOU9HTM
Now, that's the way it orta be done.
Terry, 230RN
REF:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molly_Bloom
The final chapter of Ulysses, often called "Molly Bloom's Soliloquy", is a long and unpunctuated stream of consciousness passage comprising her thoughts as she lies in bed next to [her husband, Leopold] Bloom.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6OaYPVueW4
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https://rangerup.com/preorder-i-hate-most-people-vintage-t-shirt/
If there is an official shirt of APS this is it.
People suck. They don't just suck a little bit. They're selfish, emotional, illogical creatures that think themselves above lesser creatures like dogs, but lack a dogs loyalty and courage.
You start life amassing friends and then sometime around 30 you realize almost everyone you know is an oxygen thief and your circle gets smaller and smaller and smaller until eventually you're an angry old man sitting on a front porch in the middle of nowhere with a shotgun on your lap yelling at kids to get off your damn lawn, because even though kids are awesome, you know they will eventually grow up to be worthless people just like everyone else.
This is probably the point where I should tell you I've been listening to a lot of Johnny Cash and Trent Reznor lately.
Anyway, the only way I get through the day is with copious amounts of caffeine and hate. Try it. It works.
I hate most people. The others I just haven't met yet.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6OaYPVueW4
Good one. I never heard that one before.
That new math probably turned a lot of potentially good scientists and engineers into basket-weaving PhD candidates.
Terry
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You want humor in song?
https://youtu.be/MZ35SOU9HTM
Now, that's the way it orta be done.
Terry, 230RN
Better:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-PVZpPWETk
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https://rangerup.com/preorder-i-hate-most-people-vintage-t-shirt/
If there is an official shirt of APS this is it.
Sold American!
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My favorite Arlo song
Quoting Arlo Guthrie: "You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just squashed a cop"
https://youtu.be/RxlyHFwq_zs
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle
It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:
CHORUS
This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
a cliff in the air.
Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..
Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
at the same time.
I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
to write one last farewell song to the world.
Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."
I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.
But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.
I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
itself off.
I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
eye and said "Nothin'".
You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
squashed a cop...