Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: fiends

  • 20110912-More Spooks

    While shopping inside 99 Ranch Market, Maw intercepted Mercedes, the banana nutter bread lady.

    “I have a sandwich for Lyn. It has peanut butter and strawberry jelly. People like my pancit and spaghetti. I cook at home because I like to take out the fat and use 93% lean turkey in my food. That’s why Celadonio is skinny at 88 years old. I donate to the church $500 a week.” ~Mercedes said to us.

    “I don’t want it. I have peanut allergies. The priests and parishioners don’t like your cooking. It’s too watery. It’s not good. We go out to eat everyday because we are not cheap. We donate to the church (more than you) but don’t brag about it. We definitely know you give only $5 a week.” ~We said to her.

    “Mal a la tete! Elle est folle!”

    —

    For awhile, we intended to tell this nutter the truth but because she doesn’t understand the facts she will continue to annoy people. With that said, ANYONE who refuses honest criticism and to be corrected for bad behavior, these lost souls are hopeless. They will continue to believe what they are doing is not wrong. Basically, they are insane. Her face changed when we told her we know people who itemize the donation.

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  • 20110911-More Spooks

    En route to Carl’s Jr for lunch yesterday, Maw complained that she didn’t want a Filipino couple chasing after her/us when morning mass is over.

    “Queen! Queen! You’re full of love!” ~Mirna would holler with Emmer not to far behind. To me, these pussheads are patronizing Maw. For whatever reason, Maw may also be a “TI”, too.

    We noticed they would “escape” fast after mass and sometimes miss the Thursday morning attendance. Our plan of action is to let them leave first/fast. We have been trying to avoid many creeps attending our local parish.

    “At least the Filipino couples sitting in front of us at the third pew is much more docile than those two politically active couple.” ~Maw told the both of us.

    Next time the twosome comes up to us, I’ll joke, “What do you mean? She may be full of love but you two are full of cr@p! Now go away you old hag and stop dressing like a bag of floosies.” My bad!

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  • 20110908-More Spooks

    “Thank you, “anak.” ~Paw said through his home-made washable mask by Maw.

    From just after 9:00am to past 11:00am, I’ve completed my duties as “yard work support” using: the electrical blower to remove leave and other dirt and debris from the backyard; a metallic dust pan and “walis” to scoop up yard waste from the ditch and into the rusting wheel barrow; and an old rake of green color with some missing prongs to gather the dried leaves from the sycamore trees across MY long stretch of road and from our eucalyptus tree.

    Of course, I had to flick off a “rice rocket” (Acura gray 2-door sedan), which contained two stupid Asians — a couple of young lovers, of course. As for the SJPD patrol cop, I almost whacked it with my “walis”. At around 11:00am. I heard it picking up speed but had my back turned to it while I was sweeping up the remaining leaves off the wheelbarrow and into a nice mound for tomorrow’s morning pick-up.

  • 20110910-More Spooks

    Well, Fred the widower was sitting near us at the sixth pew to the left rear. Creepy.

    Ben wore a black cap with a patch showing an embroidered design of a “red dragon”. The head of the dragon was near the 10 o’clock position and was encircling its body in a counter-clockwise direction. The letters below this “reptilian” image read: LIZARDROCK. There was another patch on his “right” side: a square Marlboro.

    Yesterday the truck hauling the Gehi was cited for parking violation on MY side street. The Compliance vehicle was doing his/her/its job well. Two guys were pissing off near my flower bed of purple. Thanks, San Jose!

    Two days ago and at around 10:43am, three trucks were parked off the “north” side of MY railroad intersection: Losco Incorporated and RSI Drilling.

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  • 20110822-More Spooks

    Again, I can’t mind my own business or at least focus/pay attention to praying.

    While waiting for this morning’s mass to begin at 8:00am, I noticed that the elderly Asian couple sitting two pews from us were “looking” behind their backs. Of course, old timers tend to be more sensitive. For example, when we sat down, the old woman looked behind her right shoulder. Later, the elderly reptile (sitting in the back most pew of the right rear), the old man would look behind his right shoulder. Sitting behind the same people may appear normal but not comfortable.

    In another example, the threesome who are from the Couples for Christ sat in their usual pew recently. The woman, again, pretended to get a tissue paper from her Coach bag and began to wipe her watery nose. I could see the WHOLE left side of her face as she looked behind her left shoulder. She does this ALL the time and deliberately. One would think she is prayer but has roving eyes.

    The guy from Batangas, Philippines would sit near the aisle. He too would look far over his left shoulder. During the “exchange of peace”, the old fart would wave at Paw, who was sitting SIX pews behind these creeps. Paw didn’t return his glance or wave and hopefully his should send a message to these people to go away.

    Later, Fred came by to greet Maw. He is quite friendly but used to sit on the right rear section of the pew while Rose, his late wife, was still alive. He now sits one pew behind us. To give the old fart the space of one person between Maw and me, I scooted rather quickly to the left. I didn’t want to be near his cooties as his knelt down temporarily until he moved towards the middle section of the long pew. I can be RUDE because creeps like him won’t go away. I didn’t bother greeting him, by the way.

    In another example, another older Vietnamese guy and his “wife” came in late. They sat in front of us. Maw and Paw reported that the guy smelled like homeless urine. The woman, who is Buddhist, also smelled of faint sweaty soup. Besides the crowding effect, bad odor is also another attempt to annoy us.

    Maw and Paw saw Ben and Min. It appears Ben is too controlling of Min, who kept looking in our direction. I didn’t see them because I was pissed from my observations among the pretentious nutters attending my local parish. I am sure this couple is wondering why we are sitting towards the back now.

  • 20110819-More Spooks

    At around 5:04pm and while using the toilet, I saw a new Acura sedan in Albert White Pearl parked in front of the neighbors in front of us. He was a young Hispanic kid with short hair, dark mustache and very light skin. He wore a T-shirt of white and had his driver’s side window rolled down. He kept looking in his rear view mirror and side view mirror; all the while rolling forward slowing and stopping to check the mirrors again.

    Then a light blue sedan pulled up at the stop sign to make a left. The Spic stopped along side her. He pulled out his middle finger VERY slowly and perpendicular to the road and flicked off at the driver and/or passenger(s), which I didn’t see from the bathroom window upstairs. He then mouthed some words and slowly brought up his left middle finger at an angle and almost vertically before he drove off eastbound on MY long stretch of road. The blue car turned left.

    It could be a lover’s dispute or something else. Whatever it is, I’m getting a gun. Would y’all like that if my neighborhood is over-run by discreet thugs and their turf, which they have not paid taxes to upkeep for the value of the property that other LEGALIZED citizens worked so hard to maintain as far as PEACE and QUIET? Do you want to hear some boom, too? Huh? Y’all let me know if you want martial law and those punks will be the first to go.

  • 20110817-Noticing Numbers

    Besides the numerous and almost daily presentations of double and triple digit numbers, which have not been logged in religiously into my weblog, here is yet another event worth mentioning. It is a comment I made a few minutes ago. Notice the date-time stamp:
    20110818 at 03:44:11 AM UTC. I have not clue whatsoever behind the deeper meanings of these numerical values. Perhaps someone or something would know the answers.

  • 20110816-More Spooks

    So an Asian is standing on MY corner. He is wearing a dragon tattoo on the left shoulder, , dark sunglasses, a black tank top, khaki pants with pockets and white sneakers. We was fumbling with his cellphone, putting into his left pocket and taking it out. He did stretches with both are at shoulder level and by swiveling left and right.

    At 13:50pm, he walks away eastbound on the sidewalk of MY long stretch. I figured it he is planted to protect, that’s fine by me. After all, if America goes down into martial law, we need thugs who are fearless of pain and death.

    The reason why I can cap on Asians, even though I am suppose to be Filipino, is because I LOOK Asian! And part of the reason for hating tradition coming into America is because I am those younger generation who believe change is good and my accent sounds Caucasian enough to get into your faces.

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  • 20110816-More Spooks

    During this morning’s mass, we decided to sit on the seventh pew. We are being crowded out by psychos and we are trying to avoid people belonging to the “Couples for Christ” “prayer” group. They recently have been sitting on the third pew. And usually the two guys would sit towards the center aisle with the wife of one guy sitting to his left. The wife of the other guy hardly attends morning mass. We found out this is not their local parish.

    We noticed how they kept looking over their shoulders to see who was sitting behind them. The guy nearest the center aisle would turn his head almost completely around to see if we were present. The woman does the same.

    We sat on the seventh pew, thinking that an elderly Viet/nese couple would sit there. But because these insane people stick to their tradition, they sat behind us – the younger generation.

    I am sick of these Chinese and Vietnamese and their stupid traditions. We are Filipinos, dammit! We don’t like your soft tyranny of imposing your damn culture on us Americans. Get away from us and stop smiling and breathing at us with you rotten teeth and smelly breath as if we are okay with you! Freaks!

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  • 20110816-Divorced Nutter

    After this morning’s mass, we bought bread, snacks and noodles from Valerio; bought bottles of water from William’s Water IIi and dropped off Paw’s letter at the USPS.

    While Paw unloading the bottles of water, the fuck!ng divorced nutter was pretending to water the rose trees. She was watering the cement work around the plants.

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  • 20110815-Divorced Nutter

    After this morning’s mass, we bough grocery Seafood City off Landess in Milpitas, CA. One grilled tilapia was $11.44, which has two doubl digit numbers.

    Anyway, I saw an empty bag of LAY’S® Garden Tomato & Basil Flavored Potato Chips – http://www.fritolay.com/our-snacks/lays-garden-tomato-basil.html – laying near our gas main. We don’t eat this product.

    It was an intentional plant by the divorced nutter who has nothing to do but continue to pollute our neighbohood with her insanity.

    I merely picked it up, looked at the package briefly and dumped it over their side and over the chain link fence.

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  • 20110814-Divorced Nutter

    At 4:00pm, we were backing out of the garage but Maw wanted me to fetch her hat, which is a circular straw hat meant to shield her face from the freckle-causing sunshine.

    So I drove Paw’s Mazda Protege back into the garage, turned off the engine and went inside (with my Skechers sneakers still on) and got her hat.

    Then as we backed out th second time, the nutter’s garage was open. For whatever reason, she times our outings with this insane activity. I wonder when TPTB and pals unplug her and the illegal ALIENS from my neighborhood.

    Perhaps we should be “moving on up” to a better location, location, location…

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