There is this article I read the other day posted back in September that really didn't make a bit of sense. It state's that spanking your children lowers their IQ.

Now I don’t know about you but when my mamma spanked my ass when I was growing up I went from not knowing any better to knowing exactly what she was talking about.

So in reality my mind went up a couple of IQ points because I didn’t do that dumb shit again or else my ass would be on fire. The harder she spanked the higher the IQ points climbed!

Now I am not talking about beating your children, that’s a whole different ball game. I am talking about old fashion spanking and if we had more of that instead of letting these kids walk all over mom and dad, there would be a lot more respectful children instead of these gansta thugs in the making.

Notice the difference between beating and spanking.

Examples of Beating: Picking up a blunt object and hitting arms, legs, head, pretty much anywhere on the body that causes bruising, broken bones, blood spurting out of well anywhere. Now that’s abuse and anyone doing that needs to go to jail and have there ass kicked.

Examples of Spanking: Using an open palm while swatting a few good smacks on the butt, and only doing so when you have exhausted all other avenues to get the child to stop doing whatever they were not suppose to be doing. As you can see this is a lot different then beating.

Good visual Example, see below:




Until next time bye :)

I have a problem with my 150 yr old neighbor; ok he’s not that old but he is a carport hog! Every time I pull in to park he is over on my side and I have to practically rub the pole in order to slide in next to him!

His front tires are not pointed forwards but they are pointed towards my side just taunting me to say something. I am afraid of getting crows feet and lip wrinkles for all the squinting and narrowing of my eyes and curling my lips in anger every time I see the man! Let me explain.

When I first moved into this apartment complex it was so nice. We have the downstairs unit, nice size patio and back yard that we share with the other tenants. The only people that lived here when we moved in were the upstairs renters so no one lived right next door yet.

We had all the privacy, tranquility and peace that anyone could ask for. It was perfect. That all changed the day Buffalo moved in.

(Inserts music theme from Sanford and Son!)


The once clean carport of yesteryear is now full of junk he collects out of people’s garbage cans, I know because I have rode by him in my van and caught him doing it.

The thing about it is, the junk is not even good stuff but broken down dressers, lawn chairs and kids toys that even the island of misfit toys wouldn’t want.

I pulled in one time and he had this little toy basket ball hoop with a doll that had only one eye hanging out of it’s head inside of the hoop! It was on my side of the carport! For crying out load that was F$%^ing creepy!

Not only this, but you have to go from the carport to my side of the yard to get to his patio and low and behold there is more junk outside his backdoor! I feel like I live next door to Fred and Lamont! GRRRRR!!!



The landlord sent out letters telling everyone to make sure our areas are clean and Fred..I mean Buffalo ignores it and does whatever he wants. I am looking for a new place to live.
Man it feels good to Bitch!

On a positive note my air conditioner is fixed and it is nice and cool.

Until next time bye