Lis on her big wheel

The weather was nice this morning and Lissa got out her wheels for the first time since last fall. I always call this place the ghetto, but, it's just a complex in the hick sticks. The apartments are fine, the grounds are nice with 2 playgrounds, tons of winding sidewalks, and lots of little forests to walk..oh, and an old barn full of cats and sheep for the kids to chase. It's the neighbors who make it creepy sometimes, because it IS apartments, so there's a lot of transient renters who come and go. Mostly I wish they'd go.

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The party downstairs last night didn't wind down until 9 AM. The Grease Brothers, who are no longer allowed to cook (ha ha, bastards, my clothes don't smell like bacon anymore) have suckered the resident retards into some hard partying. By retards, I mean retards or as social services calls them, the functional handicapped. They usually make good neighbors because they're quiet and have had state training to follow rules and not bug me. Now, the Greasies have talked the retards into buying dope from them and it's some kind of party joke from Hades. The halls are filled with clouds of Marijuana smoke and I am damn sick of getting a contact high going out the front door. Not even joking. Besides, have you ever heard retards party? It's like (use a slow deep slur here) "PaaaaaaaaaaarDeeeee! Whooo, yeee haw!" It's sad, lame and ugly and I can't believe the Greasies are taking advantage of the 'tards for their welfare checks. Assholes.

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There's two tards in my building, both big ugliefied scary looking chicks who are usually docile, but, now they fight day and night over the tard child molester in the next building because they're all high and I guess in tard land a fat pimpled child molester with a speech impediment is a hot commodity. Last night Lissa opened the door and yelled down at them "Shut up, you stupid butt monkeys!" Because she's not allowed to say ass monkey anymore. Then she ask me "Dawma, what's that icky smell?" I told her it was incense and taped the door cracks. You don't EVEN want to know what a retard orgy sounds like..trust me. Their "dirty" vocabulary is so lacking it's pathetic. "Shit, Piss, Fuck, Dick!" Wow, can you say that louder so I can get off too? Yeah.

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Sigh..time to call the retards guardians and social workers...yes, I've been here awhile. I know the numbers. Don't worry, I won't narc 'em off for the pot, they'll smell that on their own. As for The Greasies..they rarely bother me anymore, but, they're evil people to do this to the mentally handicapped. They'll get theirs one day and I will laugh like a hyena when the handcuffs are tightened and the boys in blue take them away. They will, won't they? Tell me they will.