"Damn Long Ears Trying to take Easter away from Jesus!"
My parents visited me over the weekend for Easter. They were on their way through from Florida picking up a new RV. This thing is a fucking monster. 36 feet long, 2 tvs, a back up camera, a queen size bed in the back, a bathroom with a full size shower, and a fully loaded kitchen. http://www.rvonline.com/single-ad.asp?Recnumber=14498&SearchMethod=1
They sure as hell made an entrance bringing it into Walden Park. At the light right before the entrance, while I was waiting for it to change, my step dad decided to have a little fun and lay on the horn for the entire time during the light. This thing doesn't have some wussy normal car horn. This has a huge semi horn for it that you can hear a mile a way. Then as we are pulling up to the gate, I decide it would be easier for them to follow right behind me because they wouldn't be able to get to the box for the visiter entrance. Unfortunately, they didn't stay right behind me so they ended up smashing down the gate. I have seen it on the ground before, but I have never actually witnessed it being broken. I say instead of a stupid little piece of wood just put in a nice big metal bar with spikes on it. After running down the gate we needed to find a place to park the giant RV, so while trying to pull across about 5 or 6 parking spots we hit the bumper of some guy's car. You can tell which one they hit because it has a huge diagonal scratch across the bumper.
Because they had to leave early Sunday morning, we had Easter dinner Saturday night. Before arriving they stopped at the Super Walmart and got a ton of food. So much in fact that they pressured Tim823 and Kappuru into having some. We had angel hair pasta with alfredo sauce, fried shrimp, scallops, fried clams, and shrimp cocktail. The both of them had just ate before they were asked to come eat, but were still pressured anyway. "Eat! Eat! We have too much food! Come on take some!" My parents even offered them drinks. "Come on have a beer! How about Bacardi?" My parents are serious pushers, but finally they stopped pressuring them.
After eating we sat around in the RV for a while. Thats when Tim823 noticed our downstairs neighbor walking his dogs around. After pointing him out my step dad yelled at him, "HEY ASSHOLE!" It was both shocking and very amusing at the same time. He even made eye contact with my stepdad so we knew he knew it was directed at him. For those of you who haven't heard, we actually won't have to deal with them anymore in about 2 weeks because they are moving out for good and we are having Felix13 and Mej195984 move in there as a nice big buffer zone for us. After the yelling we went on talking about how they truly are assholes, such as how they will just stare at us will evil looks as we walk by them to our apartment, or like the time when my mom and I were moving my heavy ass pull out couch up three flights of stairs and they were just standing out there looking at us. They even said, "That looks really heavy. I'd help you, but I have a bad back." Fuck you! Why would you even bother saying that if you weren't going to help? But at least we won't have to deal with them anymore. My step dad went on to say how he would take their dog shit(Which they don't clean up, even though they are supposed to) and put it on the hood of their car.
Before they left for New York they left me an Easter basket full of candy, plus a 12 pack of Bacardi Silvers and a 12 pack of Budweiser. Best Easter EVER.
They sure as hell made an entrance bringing it into Walden Park. At the light right before the entrance, while I was waiting for it to change, my step dad decided to have a little fun and lay on the horn for the entire time during the light. This thing doesn't have some wussy normal car horn. This has a huge semi horn for it that you can hear a mile a way. Then as we are pulling up to the gate, I decide it would be easier for them to follow right behind me because they wouldn't be able to get to the box for the visiter entrance. Unfortunately, they didn't stay right behind me so they ended up smashing down the gate. I have seen it on the ground before, but I have never actually witnessed it being broken. I say instead of a stupid little piece of wood just put in a nice big metal bar with spikes on it. After running down the gate we needed to find a place to park the giant RV, so while trying to pull across about 5 or 6 parking spots we hit the bumper of some guy's car. You can tell which one they hit because it has a huge diagonal scratch across the bumper.
Because they had to leave early Sunday morning, we had Easter dinner Saturday night. Before arriving they stopped at the Super Walmart and got a ton of food. So much in fact that they pressured Tim823 and Kappuru into having some. We had angel hair pasta with alfredo sauce, fried shrimp, scallops, fried clams, and shrimp cocktail. The both of them had just ate before they were asked to come eat, but were still pressured anyway. "Eat! Eat! We have too much food! Come on take some!" My parents even offered them drinks. "Come on have a beer! How about Bacardi?" My parents are serious pushers, but finally they stopped pressuring them.
After eating we sat around in the RV for a while. Thats when Tim823 noticed our downstairs neighbor walking his dogs around. After pointing him out my step dad yelled at him, "HEY ASSHOLE!" It was both shocking and very amusing at the same time. He even made eye contact with my stepdad so we knew he knew it was directed at him. For those of you who haven't heard, we actually won't have to deal with them anymore in about 2 weeks because they are moving out for good and we are having Felix13 and Mej195984 move in there as a nice big buffer zone for us. After the yelling we went on talking about how they truly are assholes, such as how they will just stare at us will evil looks as we walk by them to our apartment, or like the time when my mom and I were moving my heavy ass pull out couch up three flights of stairs and they were just standing out there looking at us. They even said, "That looks really heavy. I'd help you, but I have a bad back." Fuck you! Why would you even bother saying that if you weren't going to help? But at least we won't have to deal with them anymore. My step dad went on to say how he would take their dog shit(Which they don't clean up, even though they are supposed to) and put it on the hood of their car.
Before they left for New York they left me an Easter basket full of candy, plus a 12 pack of Bacardi Silvers and a 12 pack of Budweiser. Best Easter EVER.