Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: fiends

  • 20111023-Divorced Nutter

    At 11:35pm, we arrived home from shopping at the commissary store in Moffett Field, CA. The divorced nutter was heard slamming the inner door and iron door to the side of her garage. I started humming the tune to the “Al Bundy‘s – Psycho Dad/Mom”.

    Yesterday at around 04:40pm, we were backing out of our garage to attend the five o’clock evening mass. I was the usual driver and I actually smiled with my grin of teeth when I saw the divorced nutter turned her gaze towards our direction. She was putting up a plastic bag upon a heap of grass/dirt of the old lawn. It was an orange pumpkin design. Apparently, she is imitating our activities.

    She might have a djinn inside of her or in/around the house. Or maybe the dead, Chow-Chow dog, Max, is/was haunting their house. Max the dog was 14 years old and Gilbert M. left the dog to die and was buried in the backyard and later discovered/unearthed by the next owner(s).

  • 20111020-More Spooks

    We arrived home safely at 9:00am.

    After mass we talked with Minh, who gave us a bag of sweeter but slightly larger calamansi lemons.

    Then we left the parking lot. I let the traffic pass by – a green/aqua mini-truck, except a cream boat of a car.

    The boat driver was pissed and swerved to the middle “lane“. But I continued on.

    Then the boat driver of this cadallac-type sped up behind me but kept a reasonable distance.

    Traffic passed a green street light, a stop sign and a red street light. Then traffic flowed left.

    I sped up to the left lane, signaled and then went to the right lane. Suddenly, I see the boat car pull behind me.

    We were both on the right lane. I was next to turn right into the main street. That was around 8:50am to 8:55am.

    I shook my hair twice to remove dark energy and to send the boat driver’s ange back at him.

    By divine intervention, the traffic came from the left. I paused momentarily to keep him behind me and sped in front of ONCOMING traffic.

    Our green-colored, garbg/recycle truck was barrelling down from the right lane, blocking the BLACK MAN from following me.

    To the SJPD: the intersection was Berryessa Road and Capitol. So while San Jose may be an expensive cit, there are still these crazy people who are polluting my neighborhood.

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    Addendum: Fred the creepy widower was sitting on the fifth pew of the back right section of our local parish. We turned and smiled/greeting mostly Maw. Fred held up the line and had to walk fast to receive a Host. Moron.

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  • 20111019-More Spooks

    From 1:00pm to now, there is the sound of the chain saw and the tree shredder going on outdoors. Earlier this morning and en route to the doctor appointments, I saw large yellow construction vehicle parked in a cul-de-sac, just south of our home. There was an diamond-shaped, orange-colored construction sign, too. In my mind, I wish the shredded material a blessed incarnation to a next life for serving as trees.

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    At 12:23pm, we arrived home from shopping at the DeCa commissary store. The electric garage door had opened at the same time! The white Honda CR-V was no where but in its parked place on the left side of the garage was the red Dogde-like caravan. So whatever is going with that divorced nutter, I had to close our electric garage door immediately.

    “How are we going to unload the grocery from the trunk?” ~Wailed Paw.

    “There’s space in the back! Don’t make everything so hard!” ~I retorted/

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    After the lobby scene, the old Vietnamese lady with her gray-haired always in a bun got pissed that we were sitting behind her. We didn’t want to sit down behind the four Filipinos from the Couples of Christ. The old fart from Batangas held out his hand to shake hands with Paw, who refused to shake hands. It was NOT our style and the creep has a cold!!!

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    En route to the lobby of the parish, we saw Ben and how he had a difficult time hosing down the white wall from the waste matter of baby birds in a nest. Then Gloria and Carlos were just walking into the lobby, too. Of course, Gloria seemed her happy self. But Carlos refused to greet the three of us again.

    “Have a good morning, sir!” ~I screamed to the one-eyed old fart.

    Carlos had lied to us about having both eyes done long ago. His right eye has that post-op patch of metal with holes, a blue rubber perimeter and a tape to hold it down. It was the old fart’s birthday and Maw actually got up from our pew and went over to where he was sitting to make the old man smile.

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    A couple of days ago, the Fred the creepy widower shook hands with Maw. He could tell Paw and I are not friendly people with unsmiling face. I especially have given him and other creeps liek him the dirty looks. I’m not very “Chirstian”, eh? Bahaha!

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    Over the weekend, the one-eyed creep was constructing a well-made/designed structure, which is attached to the side of the divorced nutter’s home. He made soft sounds of hammering and circular sawing. On Monday, there were old wood and other OLD computer junk sitting near their gas main. At least their backyard looks better than the junk in the backyard of the Mexicans located behind the divorced nutter’s backyard.

  • 20111014-More Spooks

    Yeah. It sucks being one of the alleged people in the “middle-of-the-road“. Just read my blog and view my Flickr photostream of spooks. You will see blurry photos of them, of course. One is the divorced nutter in her persimmon tree. The other one appeared out of nowhere a day AFTER I intended to expose TPTB and soon after a noisy copter in a few minutes of that incident. The other one is a mysterious envelope. Of course, I had the chance to mess with them but won’t play their game.

    Anyway, I noticed a white kid with another kid/sibling and probably his moo-cow mother near a light-colored car, which has been parked on the side street of the neighbor across from us. He was wearing one of those normal-looking sneakers. The color was black and white, just like the spook I photographed via my Flick account. Even Landy and another buck-teeth (who sat at the mall last month) both wore those types of shoes.

  • 20111012-More Spooks

    At 2:03pm, a while pick-up truck with tools in the back of it long-bed trunk left from its parked position in front of the divorced nutter’s “home”. For the past few days, the front lawn is being ripped up. Two black-colored, piles of dirt were on the soil itself. The debris of dried grass is placed on the front curb.

    I wonder when Paw will do the right thing and buy another city container specifially for yard trimmings. In this way, we don’t have to pile out heap of leaves from our eucalyptus trees and surrounding sycamore trees. The container is placed along with the garbage bin and recycling bin.

    One day I will control how Paw throws away the trash, yard trimmings and recycling items. Until then, that’s his “sanity”.

  • 20111012-More Spooks

    For a while, I had wondered how and why a “fellow blogger” has found/been assigned my blog/a moi. His presence is refreshing. However, his activities of commenting and contacting are less than desired. Nonetheless, all I could do is “smile” and be thankful he is still okay. Or is he?

    “my over-whelmed/vexed mind…”

    “my head hurts at this time & I am tired…”

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    Apparently, this guy doesn’t know about how “nationalized security” and pals work or why his “Message to Author” has triggered to hit my Spam folder (without fail). He needs to get LOTS of rest and relaxation, eat LOTS of healthy food and clean water, and detoxify his “allergic symptoms/karmic debt” to his current environment/path in life with some orgone/orgonite.

  • 20111011-More Spooks

    En route northbound on Highway 101, more spooks appeared to leave their parked position. One was a truck and it had turned off both emergency signal lights and turned on its left turn signal light.

    En route southbound on Highway 101, two more spooks were parked off the emergency lane to the right near the Guadalupe Parkway off ramp. One was a black sedan in front of a red sedan. The black car moved slightly forward to turn left into traffic.

  • 20111009-More Spooks

    At 11:15pm or so, I heard a car revving up its engine and probably making rubber markings on the taxpayer‘s roads. Remember, we are ALL investors to some degree with any social welfare program being that of the government system (courtesy of the tax payers) and the same money being reinvested back in the private system of blings, sports and entertainments and then back again into the government system as a form of taxable revenue.

    At 11:06pm, I heard a slow-moving airplane, which I thought was a slow-moving blimp of some sort.

  • 20111009-Divorced Nutter

    While trying to pull up the MB E430 into our garage, we caught sight of the illegal ALIEN hauling stuff through the shared fence and into the backyard. We had returned from shopping at the DeCA in Moffett Field, CA and spent over $200 in groceries, mostly Halloween treats for the brats.

    At 11:44am, I finished unloading the PLASTIC bags of grocery from the back trunk and stocking the cabinet/pantry with foodstuff. So that went on for about ten minutes after I noticed the divorced nutter was sweeping the base of the driveway near the streetlight and had closed our garage door for privacy.

    Of course, after I had closed the garage door, I could hear the divorced nutter slamming the poor wooden door of the shared fence and slamming the cream-colored, iron door to the side of garage. I could tell the are inside/done with their crap because the inner, regular glass garage door is also closed.

  • 20111008-More Spooks

    Right now, there is a dark green, Dodge-like caravan with VERY dark tinted windows parked near the yellow fire hydrant. That would be the same location as the divorced nutter’s investigator friend.

    Yesterday and crater-faced Viet and his Beta wife of animal print clothes were sitting behind us. I heard him well with my hearing left aid: “What the hell is going on?” I turned my head to the left and fingered the back cover and said: “It is a benediction.” You can see how refugees, Buddhists and other Christians don’t get it. The “real” Catholics know what to expect.

    Three days ago, Margaret, the would-be opera singing Viet had made a distinct trail at the end of the opening song. Of course, I said shut up aloud. She doesn’t have rhythm and sings too low. Plus, she won’t step away from the microphone, which amplifies her out of tune voice.

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  • 20111007-More Spooks

    Today, we made a last visit to Paw’s eldest sister, who received two large paper bags filled with the bumpy pears from our backyard and one plastic bag of BIG chayote squash. We bought her one chicken from Costco, too. Of course, the main story was about her losing the house to a nephew.

    We already know about the lost to the equity of her old house in the one hundred thousand dollars to Joh via the brokers and Wells Fargo Bank. The lawyers from a social worker were/are getting justice for the old lady. However the lawyers want to serve themselves first.

    We heard some of her voicemail messages left today at 09:13am and it appeared that the father of the nephew is trying to convince the old lady to let the 33 percent “profit” or whatever is left from the scam to simply go away on a premise of a “service” to his oldest sister. Sounds familiar, dude?

    I told her to let the father and his son, the Glorge and the Giant put up the equity of their paid-off house to pay the lawyers and the hundreds of thousands of dollars scammed. After all, the Glorge owes the paternal side and most especially Chingster for all the trouble in the past.

    These scammers still expect something in a return and are allegedly holding mailed records (of notices from the bank) on hand. It’s a shame that her own blood relatives will have taken advantaged of the old lady had it not been for the social worker.

    To TBTP and pals, I expect this kind of fraud to be investigated and why this loophole motivates Filipino people to do this to each other. Of course, I won’t be anything left to pay from these thieves. Look for any nursing homes to the effect of said purchases from the scams by Filipinos and pals in and around the Bay Area. I’m still waiting for the fat bastard to call me back and/or Death/God, whichever comes first.

  • 20111006-More Spooks

    Today, Fred and his youngest son and his wife attended this morning’s mass. They gave Maw a hug. The old fart smiled and said to me: “Your [new] haircut makes you looks like a Hollywood movie star.” And he pat me on the back slightly. Two days ago, he sat behind Maw and me. I guess he got lonely or something after his bug-eyed, blob of a wife passed away one year ago.