The thread asked if someone else was having problems on gunbroker, who cares if the poster has done something to offend in the past, with you things always evolve.
Ah yes, once again we have old hypocrite, sorry, I mean old colonel... evolving and whining and getting his panties in a wad because he stuck his whiny bitchy nose into something that had nothing to do with him... unless he's been posting under multiple screen names too.
You remind me of a couple guys who lived in my parent's suburban neighborhood when I was growing up old hypocrite. They were the guys who had a shit-fit if you took a short-cut across their lawn or hit a baseball into their yards, or rode a go-cart or mini-bike. God forbid they would see you shooting a B-B gun or slingshot. They felt it was their duty to call the cops and report us for something we were doing at least twice a week.
The one who you most remind me of, old hypocrite, actually called the cops to report us for flinging apples on a stick down a dead end road to see how far we could fling them. I can still see the cop rolling his eyes as he asked us to just go throw apples elsewhere because Mr. White was a chronic complainer, and he was tired of having to respond to all of his gripes. Of course, Mr. White had a full time job, and we were young boys with plenty of free time to think of ways to get even, so he was always the victim of the most imaginative Halloween pranks. Naturally, they were whiners and bitchers long before we were in our teens, and long after, so we were just carrying on a tradition. We seldom soaped his windows. We used wax when we got to his house. My all time favorite was luring him into chasing us one dark night a couple days before Halloween, and getting him to trip on a rope we stretched between two trees. He fell face-first into a couple galvanized buckets of dog turds we collected and spread out in his lawn exactly where we calculated he would land.
Oh, to be a teenager again, and living in your neighborhood old hypocrite!
It seemed that these two guys just couldn't stand to see kids having fun. But they whined and complained about everything and everybody, not just kids. They wore out their phones reporting their neighbors to the police or zoning authorities.---"Your hedges are two inches over my property line!"---"The leaves from your tree fall on my lawn!"---"The smoke from your barbecue makes my eyes water!"---"The people at your Fourth of July picnic are making too much noise!"---"Your dog barks!"---"You had papers burning 5 minutes after burning hours ended!"---"Your lawn mower is too loud!"---Etc., etc., etc.
I should be thankful for guys like that. They made me decide that when I grew up and had a place of my own, it would be in the country with some acreage. Because of their example, which I avoid at all costs, I never have a bit of problems with the kids in my area. If they want to cut across my field or even ride their four-wheelers or dirt bikes across it, no big deal. I only ask them to be careful.
By the way old hypocrite... that sentence of your which I quoted above... it should have been three sentences. You need to stop and catch a breath while you are bitching. The second one should have ended with a question mark. If you are going to be the self appointed thread police here, at least try to demonstrate some degree of literacy, sentence structure, and command of the language.
Keith just seems to enjoy pissing in everyone's Wheaties.
Actually Replacement, that isn't true at all. But I freely admit that I positively love pissing in your Wheaties... and old hypocrite's too! Hard to decide who I enjoy pissing off more. Bon appetite!
