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» Road Rage
Moving Target
A while back, a friend of mine and I were on the freeway coming back from the Renaissance fair. Some asswipe was riding my ass, I was doing 75mph in the left lane, well over the speed limit. Great. So this jerk in a full size Ford F150 is quite literally about to push my little Mitsubishi forward, just so he can go even faster. :/
Well, I move over into the centre lane as soon as I could, and this guy slows down, starts yelling curses at me, and then cuts behind me. Then he gets over in the RIGHT hand lane, starts screaming more, and my friend notices he's pulling out a gun. :/ Gotta love the Second Amendment. Anyway, my friend screams his brother is a cop, so don't fuck with us, this guy's wife is yelling at him to put the gun away, and they've got their kid in the backseat of the truck, and he's terrified.
The real gem? This fuckwit was dumb enough to do this in his company's truck with the logo CLEARLY MARKED. :/
I missed my exit trying to get away from this guy, pull into a gas station, and Ramone, my friend, calls the cops and we file a police report with the information we collected. And when I pulled over, there was a HUGE crash that blocked all the lanes on the freeway--I got off it just as the jam began, and so this impatient fool was stuck in this mess and surely even more pissed off than he was before.
Fast forward several months:
My friend's brother goes to Mr. Fuckwit's place of employment to serve this complaint that we filed against him. Turns out said place of employment was just within the jurisdiction of the fine city of Glendale, so Ramone's brother could take care of it. Fuckwit was the VP of the company, and was dumb enough to give Ramone's brother (the Officer), and his uncle who's a retired FBI agent, shit. Fuckwit throws a swing at Uncle, Uncle slams fuckwit against the wall and in addition to charges of aggravated assault, road rage, endangerment, and reckless driving, he now has Assaulting a Federal Officer to his list. So then Fuckwit starts swearing at my friend's brother, and gets assaulting a cop and resisting arrest added to the now fairly extensive list.
Fuckwit starts screaming at Ramone's brother, saying that it wasn't his truck, the cops can't prove shit, etc. So Officer whips out his cellphone and calls the precinct where the original complaint was filed for the information he needs. He goes out to the motor pool, and Voila! There's the truck, and the fifth in the lot no less, so Fuckwit gets cuffed and hauled off downtown.
After Fuckwit was out in the patrol car, Ramone's brother asked if anyone else had any complaints to file against him. EVERYONE in that office came forward with some sort of assault or threat charge against this guy. Evidently he not only beat his wife and kids, he terrorised everyone around him and threatened to kill anyone who got in his way, and since this guy was obviously off his psychotropics, everyone believed him.
Fuckwit is now serving a fairly long sentence as a guest of Arizona taxpayers on multiple charges, and gets out sometime in 2009. This incident happened March of '99, so...hopefully this jackass will screw up again and maybe get shot next time around instead of just winding up in jail. :/ I hope to God he won't take anyone else down with him.
(Fri 13th Oct 2006, 8:46, More)
Moving Target
A while back, a friend of mine and I were on the freeway coming back from the Renaissance fair. Some asswipe was riding my ass, I was doing 75mph in the left lane, well over the speed limit. Great. So this jerk in a full size Ford F150 is quite literally about to push my little Mitsubishi forward, just so he can go even faster. :/
Well, I move over into the centre lane as soon as I could, and this guy slows down, starts yelling curses at me, and then cuts behind me. Then he gets over in the RIGHT hand lane, starts screaming more, and my friend notices he's pulling out a gun. :/ Gotta love the Second Amendment. Anyway, my friend screams his brother is a cop, so don't fuck with us, this guy's wife is yelling at him to put the gun away, and they've got their kid in the backseat of the truck, and he's terrified.
The real gem? This fuckwit was dumb enough to do this in his company's truck with the logo CLEARLY MARKED. :/
I missed my exit trying to get away from this guy, pull into a gas station, and Ramone, my friend, calls the cops and we file a police report with the information we collected. And when I pulled over, there was a HUGE crash that blocked all the lanes on the freeway--I got off it just as the jam began, and so this impatient fool was stuck in this mess and surely even more pissed off than he was before.
Fast forward several months:
My friend's brother goes to Mr. Fuckwit's place of employment to serve this complaint that we filed against him. Turns out said place of employment was just within the jurisdiction of the fine city of Glendale, so Ramone's brother could take care of it. Fuckwit was the VP of the company, and was dumb enough to give Ramone's brother (the Officer), and his uncle who's a retired FBI agent, shit. Fuckwit throws a swing at Uncle, Uncle slams fuckwit against the wall and in addition to charges of aggravated assault, road rage, endangerment, and reckless driving, he now has Assaulting a Federal Officer to his list. So then Fuckwit starts swearing at my friend's brother, and gets assaulting a cop and resisting arrest added to the now fairly extensive list.
Fuckwit starts screaming at Ramone's brother, saying that it wasn't his truck, the cops can't prove shit, etc. So Officer whips out his cellphone and calls the precinct where the original complaint was filed for the information he needs. He goes out to the motor pool, and Voila! There's the truck, and the fifth in the lot no less, so Fuckwit gets cuffed and hauled off downtown.
After Fuckwit was out in the patrol car, Ramone's brother asked if anyone else had any complaints to file against him. EVERYONE in that office came forward with some sort of assault or threat charge against this guy. Evidently he not only beat his wife and kids, he terrorised everyone around him and threatened to kill anyone who got in his way, and since this guy was obviously off his psychotropics, everyone believed him.
Fuckwit is now serving a fairly long sentence as a guest of Arizona taxpayers on multiple charges, and gets out sometime in 2009. This incident happened March of '99, so...hopefully this jackass will screw up again and maybe get shot next time around instead of just winding up in jail. :/ I hope to God he won't take anyone else down with him.
(Fri 13th Oct 2006, 8:46, More)
» That's when I knew it was over...
It was the end...
...when: We went out for dinner and he did not:
A)place his napkin in his lap as one should
B)know how to hold a fork
c)bitched that he had to brush his teeth before we went out because "we're just going out to eat, I'm going to get them dirty again!" EWWW
And then bitched that I was a snob because I insisted on table manners and personal hygiene. To make matters worse, when I told him to leave, he bitched (and this is an exact quote) "I bathed for YOU! I wore deodorant for YOU!"
Whoa, buddy, we're just barely covering the basics here. *sigh* The feral dog in my neighbourhood takes better care of himself, I'm sure. :/
(Fri 22nd Jul 2005, 9:18, More)
It was the end...
...when: We went out for dinner and he did not:
A)place his napkin in his lap as one should
B)know how to hold a fork
c)bitched that he had to brush his teeth before we went out because "we're just going out to eat, I'm going to get them dirty again!" EWWW
And then bitched that I was a snob because I insisted on table manners and personal hygiene. To make matters worse, when I told him to leave, he bitched (and this is an exact quote) "I bathed for YOU! I wore deodorant for YOU!"
Whoa, buddy, we're just barely covering the basics here. *sigh* The feral dog in my neighbourhood takes better care of himself, I'm sure. :/
(Fri 22nd Jul 2005, 9:18, More)
» Scary Neighbours
Neigbours from Hell
This was a while ago, but these people still own the house next door but they rent it out. I'm praying they stay in Sri Lanka or Finland or Japan or wherever the hell they moved to. Why? here:
These people had parties EVERY FUCKING NIGHT. They weren't potluck get-togethers, either. Drugs, beer, LOTS of underage kids, and the cops there EVERY FUCKING NIGHT to break it up. They left beer cans up and down the street, and cigarette butts in every yard. They used the neigbours' hedges as lavatories, killing several prize flowerbeds. They'd jump the wall into MY yard and use MY putting green. You guessed it, I'd call the cops and they'd be next door, AGAIN. I lived in the safest house in town, I swear. The cops were always next door.
One time they were playing mariachi music so loud I had to scream to be heard *inside my house.* When my mother came home, she said she could hear the neigbour's music from the major street leading into my neigbourhood--and that's a mile away. :/
When I first bought this house, I had a lot of work done on it. It was standard stuff, new flooring, painting, and the like. The neighbour's KFH (kids from Hell) broke in and vandalised the house. Nothing serious, they broke a couple built-in lamps, broke the thermostats, and spray painted the walls with gang graffiti in the kitchen and the laundry room. We think one of the workmen left a door unlocked because there was no forced entry. That having been said, the damage didn't exceed my house insurance's deductible, so I just filed a police report and I heard from the cops that these kids had pulled this kind of stunt before. I had the work crew repair the work, and made sure I spent a couple hours in the house every night so it looked like people were living there even though I was just moving stuff over at the time. Then I changed the locks to be certain.
Speaking of the kids, the mailman used to fuck up the mail and I'd get written truancy notices for those kids 24/7. So that's another reason the cops were constantly there, I guess.
As a final note, they let their ancient beagle out to run around the neigbourhood at all hours. Now, I resent cleaning up dog crap from my yard, for any reason. I'm allergic to dogs, that's why I don't have one. But this dog was obviously old and arthritic and deserved a better home than what she had.
Thank God they're gone. The only problem I've ever had with the renters is when one of them jumped the wall into my yard and stole a brand new rake. I know it was them because at the time, the house on my other side was empty, and I live on a lake so if the people behind me want to get to my yard they've got to swim across.
(Fri 26th Aug 2005, 16:00, More)
Neigbours from Hell
This was a while ago, but these people still own the house next door but they rent it out. I'm praying they stay in Sri Lanka or Finland or Japan or wherever the hell they moved to. Why? here:
These people had parties EVERY FUCKING NIGHT. They weren't potluck get-togethers, either. Drugs, beer, LOTS of underage kids, and the cops there EVERY FUCKING NIGHT to break it up. They left beer cans up and down the street, and cigarette butts in every yard. They used the neigbours' hedges as lavatories, killing several prize flowerbeds. They'd jump the wall into MY yard and use MY putting green. You guessed it, I'd call the cops and they'd be next door, AGAIN. I lived in the safest house in town, I swear. The cops were always next door.
One time they were playing mariachi music so loud I had to scream to be heard *inside my house.* When my mother came home, she said she could hear the neigbour's music from the major street leading into my neigbourhood--and that's a mile away. :/
When I first bought this house, I had a lot of work done on it. It was standard stuff, new flooring, painting, and the like. The neighbour's KFH (kids from Hell) broke in and vandalised the house. Nothing serious, they broke a couple built-in lamps, broke the thermostats, and spray painted the walls with gang graffiti in the kitchen and the laundry room. We think one of the workmen left a door unlocked because there was no forced entry. That having been said, the damage didn't exceed my house insurance's deductible, so I just filed a police report and I heard from the cops that these kids had pulled this kind of stunt before. I had the work crew repair the work, and made sure I spent a couple hours in the house every night so it looked like people were living there even though I was just moving stuff over at the time. Then I changed the locks to be certain.
Speaking of the kids, the mailman used to fuck up the mail and I'd get written truancy notices for those kids 24/7. So that's another reason the cops were constantly there, I guess.
As a final note, they let their ancient beagle out to run around the neigbourhood at all hours. Now, I resent cleaning up dog crap from my yard, for any reason. I'm allergic to dogs, that's why I don't have one. But this dog was obviously old and arthritic and deserved a better home than what she had.
Thank God they're gone. The only problem I've ever had with the renters is when one of them jumped the wall into my yard and stole a brand new rake. I know it was them because at the time, the house on my other side was empty, and I live on a lake so if the people behind me want to get to my yard they've got to swim across.
(Fri 26th Aug 2005, 16:00, More)