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I wasn't going to post here, but I couldn't resist.
Someone here wrote of their depression pitching a tent and setting up a BBQ for the summer. That implies the depression will be there temporarily. Mine has built a snug three bedroom bungalow with all the amenities: running water, central air conditioning, hardwood floors, plush carpets, stereo bigscreen TV, you name it, it has it. When it came, it found a vacant plot of land, grown over by brambles and thickets. But it liked what it saw so much that it decided to stay. Depression's wife: "Oh darling! I like it here so much. It's so romantic! Let's have our children here!" Mr. and Mrs. Depression did indeed have children: a boy and a girl. They're undisciplined little brats. They jump up and down on the beds all night and run around screaming all day. Being dutiful parents, they baptized their children and began to teach the children their Catcheism. It had only one premise: make the landlord's life miserable. Mr. Depression has his card-playing buddies over at night. They drink. They smoke. They party. They swear. Mrs. Depression has her women friends over during the day. They recline on the couch, eating bonbons and watching the soaps. The couple have romantic candle-lit dinners every night, thanking Satan for giving them such a wonderful place to live, under such sweet terms. The landlord pays the mortgage, pays the hydro, the water, the cable bill, the phone bill and the taxes and for the food. The landlord pays for everything and has thus far been unable or unwilling to throw them out. For a while, it looked like Mr. and Mrs. Depression faced eviction. But all is well. They will remain in their cozy house for the rest of their lives. They are so confident of their status, that Mr. Depression has called and asked to have an Olympic-sized swimming pool put in the backyard. There is a thing more crippling than cerebral palsy: the prison of your own mind.
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Have you checked their lease? Seems there is a clause in there about "no children". Grounds for eviction. If you can't do it yourself go and have someone help you get a court order.
Your friends here will get together and prepare a rental truck and some movers so they'll have no excuses. My knees are pretty bad for lifting so I'll drive. ------------------------------------ --http://www.idexter.com
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We'll get them the he!! out....
![]() PS. You really do have an awesome gift for writing/storytelling! <font color=blue>HI FROM PEANUT</font color=blue> ![]()
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Our tenants must be the best of friends, hamsertgirl..............
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![]() <font color=green>But the implicit and usually unconscious bargain we make with ourselves is that, yes, we want to be healed, we want to be made whole, we're willing to go some distance, but we're not willing to question the fundamental assumptions upon which our way of life has been built, both personally and societally.--Bill Plotkin, Soulcraft |
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