Non-political things that make you say...WTF?!?! (Welcome To Florida!) **NOT CV RELATED** NO TALKY!

I remember reading this when it first happened and thinking "it is about time that something like this happens."

I didn't read that in the article.

 

Unless it is something thicker, like sewage

 

A septic tank ready to blow!

 

Reminds me of this joke
The county fair was coming to town and there was to be a contest at the fair for fattest pig and talented animals.
Three brother farmers were excited and decided to enter their prize pig, but he needed fattening up. They had 3 weeks before the contest, the first week they gave her extra food morning noon and night and she added 10 pounds, which was fantastic. The second week, they gave her twice as much food as the week before and she gained another 15 pounds. The brothers were delighted, but felt they could have done better getting her to gain weight for the contest. The three at around brain stormimg ideas on how to get her fatter. One said, "maybe, we can feed her some lead pellets. That will make her heavier." Another said, " how about we stick a cork in her ass?" The third agreed that was a great idea. They drew straws to see who would get the dirty job. After the cork was inserted and secured, they agreeed they should feed her as much food as she could eat in a week. This work extremely well the brothers thought. She gained so much weight she could barely be lifted into the truck.
Time for the contest arrived and the county fair opened and people came from all over to enter their prize pigs. The 3 brothers were 7th in line for registration. They finally registered and got their booth number. They spent the next 30 minutes looking for the booth andwhen they found it, they set up and unloaded their prize winner. About 10 minutes later, a gentleman with a monkey shows up and occupies the booth next to the brothers. The brothers introduced themselves and said they were here for the fattest pig contest. asked what he was there for? The gentleman answered, " i am here to show off how talented my monkey is", and proceeded to set up his booth.
The judging was about to begin and the brothers looked worried and hoped they would be judged soon. They judges moved their way through the rows of booths and the contestants. They made their way to the gentleman with the monkey next to the brothers. Thejudges asked what the monkey's talent was and the gentleman answered, my monkey can remove corks from wine bottles! The brothers looked at each other and began to squirm a little. The man went to pull a few corked bottles from his case and the monkey got away from him. The monkey ran directlyto the pig and removed the cork the brothershad placed in the pigs ass.
About 35 minutes later when the police were talking with the 3 brothers to get their statement....
They asked the first brother, "what did you see?"
The brother answered, "nothing but !
They asked the second brother, "what did you see?"
The second brother answered, " nothing but!
The police then asked the third brother, "what did you see?"
Third brother answers, "all i saw was that poor fucking monkey trying to put that cork back in!"

 

Later articles detail. The neighborhood lawyered up, and because it's some of the richest assholes in the city, the city didn't push back.


On a side note. I am driving my 03 montero home from an early release day in the office due to the blizzard that is hitting us now.

Come up to a 4-way intersection, two lanes on all sides with controlled left turns, no flashing yellow arrows.

Some dipshit in the oncoming left turn goes on a red arrow in front of me (I have stale green light). Of course... in the 4" of snow on the road I do my best to avoid the hit and squeak past their rear bumper with less than 2" to spare.

WTF, why didn't I just hit them.

 

Also posted in the Funny Pic thread...

 

I dunno about people sometimes...

 

I wonder what you could get away with in the name of 'emotional support' these days.
This is my emotional support rooster
This is my emotional support donkey
This is my emotional support .357
This is my emotional support chainsaw
This is my emotional support lap dancer

 

Search "emotional support animal" and you'll see all sorts of bullshit services willing to sell you a bunch of fake shit to "prove" that your pet rat is a service animal. You even get neat ID cards and diplomas to back your bluff. I get greasy whenever people pull that crap out around me as they are fucking over people with legitimate needs that are partnered with a legitimate service animal.

 

I'd opt for the lap dancer.

 

exactly...

 

At my work we call it a bit more straight. We have dogs here in the office. People are allowed to bring them in no questions asked. You can not let your dog roam free in the office, and you can not let the dog go to the bathroom within the building. It keeps people in there seats/cubes instead of making multiple trips home each day to walk their dogs etc.

Honestly, I like animals but feel that people should not be forced to be around animals in places like airplanes/airports or indoor restaurants. <-- This is just my opinion for what it is worth.

 

Unless its a certified service dog, any other animals should be left at home.

 

I have a Buddy that was a Navy Seal he got in a car wreck while at home on leave and was Blinded. I drove him and his Vest wearing Service Dog to Wal*Mart one day and while we were getting some groceries the Manager asked us to leave with the Dog. It did not go well for the Manager that day when he called the cops on us. FUCK Fake people!!!!

 

I think the "emotional support" animals is something brought on by the snowflake generation,

 

Indeed. We know a woman with a "Companion Dog" Has a genuine companion dog certificate, and takes the little rat everywhere in a little bag. She visited us and he proceeds to go into our bedroom and take a shite on the rug. Adorable and well trained. He wont be back in my house.

 

That manager should have got throat punched...

 

What the Manager got was a Life lesson and RELOCATED to a Wal*Mart in a not so nice area in Atlanta.

 

I'm working with a young man considering joining the lodge, and his PTSD is pretty severe (6 years Army, 3 deployments). He's got an emotional support animal that he doesn't take anywhere merely because it's a freaking Cane Corso. "Dog" can be seen from space without a telescope. But still, he doesn't take his dog because he doesn't need a support animal to get groceries. Even he sees the stupidity in it.

A close friend of my wife has numerous medical issues and a terrier that can somehow use ESP to detect seizures. She doesn't even go to the bathroom without that dog.

The issue comes with the abuses. Emotional support animals and service animals are not the same thing.