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Once again, it's time for the FNGT!

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**Once again, it's time for the FNGT!** If you don't know how this works, [click this link](https://fngt.gq/index.php?page=intro). That link will take you to another site to give you some additional information and tell you about some of our off-site features. That's also the site where we will host the weekly guitar threads, should Poal go down. **NOTE:** That site is by invitation only. If you want an invite, and you're a regular participant, then just ask theBuddha, or myself. If you do know what's going on, you probably don't need to click that link - but you may want to, to make sure you know of the other features, such as the archive or a separate forum that's invite only. Remember, we are guests here on Poal. Let's act like it. If you're interested in supporting Poal, then [you can donate](https://poal.co/donate).

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LoL I just might be ready to do that one of these days

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It's so much easier. I know that sounds funny, but Linux is so much easier (for me) than Windows. If need be, I can fix it. I can edit the code.

I don't really need to.

I'm watching more Murder Porn and I'm reminded of how much I used to be an asshole. I mean, it was funny, but I was an asshole.

I had a nice house and then some charity bought the house next door. They put up an ugly chain link fence and turned it into an abused woman's shelter.

I used to amuse myself by getting drunk and going over to the fence where I'd just randomly start yelling at them about how they were all whores and deserved to be beaten.

Worse, I'd take my friends with me.

It'd be like 22:00 and they'd be out front smoking cigarettes when we'd show up and start yelling at them, calling them whores and yelling that their ex should have beat on 'em some more.

This amused the fuck out of me.

I have not always been a good person. But, damned if I haven't had some fun.

In my defense, they moved this group of people into my nice neighborhood and that brought a bunch of other drama to the neighborhood. The cops were there on average once a day.

Man, I haven't thought about that in a long time.

Today, I donate to those organizations - but they're not in my neighborhood.

I do know where the shelter is in Farming, if you wanna come over and go yell at them. The most they can do is tell you to stay off the property. Just don't direct your yelling at anyone in particular and it's not stalking or anything like that. Terrorizing has to be directed at a victim with whom you've had a relationship. So... 'Snot like you're going to jail!

Man, I'd walk by and yell at them for being outside and not in the kitchen... I'd yell at them for having a messy lawn...

I was pretty horrible.

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That's not nice, but it is fucking funny

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It was indeed fucking funny.

I'd amuse myself that way several times a week.

Fireworks were legal until like 02:00. They had like a 20:00 curfew, which was why they were all on the porch smoking at that time.

I'd go out and light a brick of firecrackers. If the cops came, and they tended not to, I'd just say I was celebrating. They'd ask me to be quiet for the rest of the night and I'd sometimes listen. Mostly, I'd just rail at the cops about the disgusting whores next to my house.

I drank a whole lot back then.

Actually, I think curfew was 20:00 and 22:00 was when the lights were supposed to go out. They had these great big fucking industrial lights, like you'd see at a shopping mall, which pissed me off 'cause those would stay on all night. We eventually had the city force them to turn the lights off at like 21:00.

Man, the shit I'd yell at them. "It's no wonder you're a punching bag, you can't even pick up your cigarette butts!"

Yeah... It was pretty fun.

I'm kinda drinking already tonight. It's too bad I don't have any skanky whores next door to yell at. I like the missus, so I've never yelled at her. If I did, she'd probably be shocked and cry... Or maybe punch me. I'm not actually sure. I don't have any reasons to yell at her.