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BIG ACE Update: He's going in for a small procedure tomorrow...or at least he should be if his blood levels are okay. They say if everything goes well he should be out by Saturday. However, they are not aware of my father's knack for turning 3 day stays into 17 day staycations. So hopefully all goes well. This shit will never end.
Fucking Dogs, Man. And not my fucking dogs. I have the worst fucking neighbors in the world. They have random cars in the driveway, they have blankets hung up over all their windows(great for property value, I hear), they're loud, and they have 4 Rottweilers that basically live in the backyard 24/7 and just bark constantly. I ignore them and deal with it, but everything about their dog situation pisses me off and that all came to a head Saturday.
Twice in the last three weeks one of their dogs has gotten out of their fence and ended up on my property. The first time I had my German Shepherd in the front yard playing frisbee. The dog came running towards us, my dog chased it back to its doorstep. I called my dog back and then tried to go knock on the door. The dog was going crazy whenever I got close, so I just waited outside until somebody let the dog in. That was the first time it happened in the two years we have lived here, so I just let it go.
And then Saturday happened. We just got a new foster dog last Monday. She's a great dog, but needs some training in her interactions with other dogs. Which means constantly barking Rottweilers aren't ideal neighbors for her. And in the back corner of my yard there is a small section of chainlink fence where the Rotts jump up and bark. My dogs don't go back there because I don't let them. The new dog didn't get that memo and went running back there. So I had to throw some shoes on and run back there to get her. So I get back there and one of the larger Rotts has jumped the fence and is in my yard. The fuck? I'm pretty sure the fence just gave way and the dog came tumbling over, because it was terrified when I got back there. My dogs didn't attack it, but they had it in a corner. I got my dogs away and back inside and then went over to the neighbors.
And what do you fucking know, they aren't home. Now what the fuck do I do? I have this terrified large dog in my backyard, it won't move, it barks when I approach it, and it's owners aren't fucking home. Oh, and their other three dogs are going nuts. I don't want to call the cops or the dog warden, because I just don't. So I grab a rake and swing it around while yelling like caveman. It works. The dog jumped back over the fence.
The next day I go over to my neighbors house multiple times to try to talk about this. Nobody answers the door. I know they're fucking home. I can see the TV screen flashing through a basement window. What a bunch of fucks. So I write a note, being very respectful and explaining the situation, and said that I just want to make sure everybody stays safe. I leave my phone number. I don't expect any response.
Lo' and behold, I come home from work last night and there are random pieces of metal siding stacked up against the chainlink fence. It's trashy as fuck, but at least it should keep the dogs back...or make it really fucking loud when they escape. God dammit I hate those people. I should have just called the cops, right?
Workaholics/Broad City. This is the best hour of television around right now. And I am the most gender biased media consumer out there, but Broad City is hilarious. #JeanClaudesDamnVan
GERRY! GERRY! GERRY! I suppose there is a chance that some of you guys missed this huge Michigan recruiting announcement...
Now I'm not here to rag on the guy for watching porn. I'm not even gonna rag on him for posting the link. Mistakes happen. I know. About 3 years ago I was working in a residential facility with sexually reactive youth; aka sexual offenders...or at least kids who were found guilty of attempting to offend. At this same time, a friend of mine sent me a link to some Youporn vid that he claimed had some chick we went to college with. I opened the vid, got distracted by something, and then locked my phone. Hours later it's about bedtime at the facility and I am bullshitting with one of the clients, who is 19, and at some point we start talking about my dog. I unlock my phone to show him a video of my dog and FUCKING BAM PORN IN MY FACE! My heart drops immediately. I try to hide it, but the kid saw it. Pornographic material can be a HUGE trigger for some of these kids. Thankfully, this happened to be a kid who kinda got fucked in his situation and didn't really belong in our program. So he just laughed at me trying to cover it up.
The point is; Shit Happens. Especially in recruiting porn. We've all been caught watching porn on the job, right? RIGHT? Hopefully we get some answers from ESPN today. And by answers I hope they don't do anything because it's just, like, porn man. But until then, lets make Gerry feel better and share our stories of porn coming back to bite us in the ass...in the comments.