At 1813, Mom called from Dad’s cellphone this was during the boiling of my Ramen noodle dinner. I’ve just finished coming indoors.
A few minutes earlier I came home. It’s a good thing that I had an electric door opener and saw that my parents had taken their Benz to Mom’s doctor appointment.
So I parked behind their Mazda on the left hand side of the driveway, which is closer to the crazy next door neighbor.
As soon as I emerged from my car, she opened the garage door. I went to check the mailbox and retrieved two pieces of mail.
When I managed to extract my junk from my trunk, and wheeled halfway up our driveway, she clicked the open door to the driver’s side door if the white HONDA CR-V, ending in 956, and she pretended to come from checking that vehicle.
She emerged and went up her driveway at the same time I did, mirroring unto moi, like a doppelganger! She dyed her hair reddish a few weeks ago, too. Crazy shit-ass bitch!
Whoever is assigned to her, whoever is her “boss”, y’all are on my “naught” list! You’re paying her money to push my energy signature against y’all. Beware.
Anyway, she looked at me directly. And with her angry scowling face contorted in a funny way (it wasn’t scary but immature from my spider senses), she lifted her clenched right fist in front of her chest and waved it towards me in hatred.
Of course, I retaliated and screamed, it’s your loss! I then let the echo of my closing garage amplify my fake coughing sound.
And then, I rattled loudly to the top of my lungs more crap through the closed garage door with regards to what Mom said last night about the hopelessness of Loca Lolita.
No psychological or medicinal help will cure the crazy bitch until Loca Lolita accepts personal accountability. Until she accepts the errors of her ways, she will continue to suffer hell.
Once again, folks, my purpose, I assume/believe/guess/reckon, is to trigger the worst possible reaction from these reptilians! Do NOT doubt me!
Until these TOIDS come to grips, they themselves will continue to suffer pain and glory in the most honorable ways of tortuous revelry for eternity!
For example, Das Squirrel was about to leave home after watching the disappointing boxing fight/match between Mayweather, a known wife/spouse beater/abuser, and Pacquiao, the true winner.
I told him to add another activity to his routine – boxing. I emphasized that instead of marathon running (away from a fight with his Twit Wifey) and instead of using/hoarding/collecting guns, pistols, whatever to defend himself, he could face and confront and box the perpetrators silly!
But in his strong egoism and paranoia of being told what to do or being prevented from being a marathon runner as he touted, he flipped down his right wrist/hand towards me as if to shoo away other suggestions that’s less violent (arms albeit guns) and less injurious (legs/back ergo marathon running)!
I asked, did you just do that? But I was thinking, though he was hiding his nastiness of flicking me off, of which I can’t withhold myself, but instead decided to exhibit what I thought I saw as rather “fruity”! Fruit wads! Queer! Ugh!
Yeah, so back to Loca Lolita. Y’all gotta lock up these stupid/crazy enemies. They are NOT of the “light”. They are evil. And for those LGBT, love lighters, claiming that we are the one and the same, that’s too bad for y’all two.
I’ve made up my mind. Y’all keep pushing. I’ll make my final cuts anon, starting as early as this morning en route to work.
/End rant
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