uh ohhhhhhhhhhh I used a big word in a sentence on the internet again *WHERE ARE MY MANNERS* I think willie may be on to something guys, I think it's high time we deliver an urgent memo straight to tila tequila's twitter and let her chew the fat a bit and deliver us unto salvation
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Hi Tila, my name is Turkish Bath Salts and I have found myself in a pretty bad spot online and I desperately need your help. There is a guy online who is stalking me and he saves all of my emails and instant messager conversations and sends them back to me, ridiculing me (no clue how he gets them in the first place) and the moron goes so far as to fake twitter accounts of people I know or know of so that he can stalk me there (on twitter) as well. I think the guy is psychotic and it wouldn't surprise me if he lives in my basement. Actually I hope he does and the black widow spiders currently residing there chew his ass into... whatever.
So anyway things get worse and HE is accusing ME of stalking some guy I have never met who lives in thailand and is the owner of the forum I post on (the one in question) so what the fuck is up with that? I am at my wits end Tila, I need your help! Is it even possible for a person being stalked (me) to also be a stalker? I believe your powers of discernment have no equal on planet earth and if you have any advice on what I should do just consider it DONE (most likely.)
So here are pics of the hobo enclave pre-408 destruction. The one hobo (there are three so far living there) I have talked to is pretty nice, he's just got zero teeth and less than zero self esteem. I felt pretty bad seeing his situation and knowing he has little hope for pulling himself totally out and getting back on his feet SO I taught him a trick I have found very useful- how to refill bic lighters. Well technically I can refill the adjustable ones too and a variety of others but basically this guy had a half dozen empty bic lighters strewn about and (unbelievably) a new can of butane he'd had sitting around so I asked him why he didn't refill the things and he looked at me like I was from the moon. I probably am and we moon folk don't throw away perfectly good bic lighters because they run out of butane, we refill those fuckers 2-3 times and then when the flint goes throw them away. He actually literally called me "a magician, bro" with eyes as big as dinner plates when he saw me do it. Then he was off to find a few push pins (they are incredibly rare when you need them) happy as a clam.
he might not be so happy in a week or so but that's life.
anyway I don't know what order the pics are in but basically the toilet/bucket is on one end the "home" on the other, the hobos jump the fence with the bucket and just throw it back and forth over the fence, feces and all... there are 4 mattresses (you can only see one I think) and the owner of the property hired his brother in law to do the job originally (hobo removal) so this guy installs some cylone fencing AROUND the trees which basically provided an actual closed space offering a much more private and homey feel for the hobos rather than ward them away. I was there yesterday and I swear on everything there is a fucking welcome mat now on the bucket end (inside the fence.) You can't spell incompetent better than the job the guys brother in law did with the hobo problem, I mean how....I don't get it, I must be too stupid to understand how it works because basically it looks like it's providing better privacy and structural support to me but what do I know...
here is the album on imgur I will see if I can get the singles ported over for viewing without having to link externally (I hate clicking links on message forums)
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i don't know jason, it seems like those hobos have a nice little thing going for themselves and they're not taking advantage of any elderly people with dementia, also that fence installation is appalling
The fence reeks of gross incompetence and nepotism and I might not have cared much but within the last couple weeks not only has a she-hobo been beaten and left for dead (the pieces of shit that did it were caught I believe) but they have sex during the day and cause not only my client grief (he has a female clerk and front receptionist whom both now are very upset and fearful) but they are also costing him real cold hard cash as people have come to give depositions and what not and seen bums fucking in broad daylight not 100 feet from the building and been so put off that they left and never came back.
If the hobo's were quiet and respectful (keep in mind there is garbage EVERYWHERE now) I don't think anyone would bother with them as new hobo's keep replacing the ones cops come cart away but that isn't the case, this situation is bad for my client and bad for the community in general and I am pleased to be the one dealing with it as I KNOW I will get the job done right the first time in the most efficient manor possible. Mike and I already drew up some plans on what to do to beautify the area once the removal takes place and I am pretty sure it will look fantastic. The problem, of course, is that we are waiting on the owner to green light the job, and guess what he's doing....you'd never guess, not in a million fucking years...
Yes, he is waiting on his brother in law to take a look at what should be done and if he wants to try again I think he's going to get a shot over us. No fucking idea what outrageous amount of money he would get paid and no clue (at all) what he might do this time to try and stem the problem....I honestly do not get people sometimes, you pay a guy to change the oil in your car and when you get your car back, it blows up. The mechanic tells you he mistakenly put transmission fluid where the oil goes and poured sugar into the gas tank thinking it would clean out some deposits, who the fuck would take the broken car BACK TO THE SAME MECHANIC???? It's so bizarre but that's how very wealthy people are sometimes. They march to their own drum...
8 people just had easter dinner over here, I know you're not being super serious with the dementia bit but the last couple weeks have been very rough on mike and I and I would appreciate a break from the barbs please. Every step forward takes a lot of effort and every inch of progress seems to be stolen in the night by a thief I can't catch kill or even put a name to, it's like the boogeyman is killing my friend and my other friend is having his wife stolen from him piece by piece and with our hard work and diligence and creativity I believe we have taken at least 2-3 years back from that fucked disease and it really genuinely hurts to know I have done all I can, mike has and his wifes doctors have and that's all there is to hope for. I am already without hope, I can't stand watching my friend lose his as well so the jokes and barbs really are not welcome for me right now.
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