True story about Mother Theresa’s nuns and the NYC zoning commission. The nuns were asked to come and run a homeless shelter. The building that was donated was a 5-story walkup. The city zoning board told the nuns that they would have to install an elevator in the building. The mother superior asked blankly, “Whatever for?” They were told that it was just in case they had someone in a wheelchair. The mother superior, in a gentle tone reserved for speaking to small children and imbeciles, explained, “If there is someone in a wheelchair, we will simply carry him up the stairs.”
The nuns ended up setting up their homeless shelter in a jurisdiction with more flexible zoning…
If you stay there you got to get on the HOA board. If not,”horse property” is the codeword for mind your own business neighborhoods. I don’t even like horses, but flies disappear in the winter, HOA;s don’t.
If you stay there you got to get on the HOA board.
Oooh. Think of the fun you could have running the campaign. I’m picturing Middle School Student Council President- style. Posters on every telephone pole, buttons with your picture on it. You need to start with a really cool slogan.
Oh, boy. Now you’ve got Hitch started again.
Personally, I can’t wait to see what happens during the (non-denominational) holiday season.
Can’t you use some of your Jew gold to bribe them?
In saecula saeculorum. Amen.
Great, now all my cubicle-mates are lloking over wondering what I just barked out a laugh about.
Just the image in my mind of Mother Teresa calling a bunch of busybody HOA members “fucks” did it…
Opus Dei called…
They want their covenant back.
I still want my shed!
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Purple mountain breeze
Odor of sweat and woodstain
Hon, call the landfill…
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Here’s the deal, you punks
Got room in purgatory
The Pope’s on line one…
et cetera….
TW: West? No… WEAST!
It’s not an HOA meeting without a bunch of people prefacing everything with “I’ve been a resident here for xx years.” Like I give a fuck.
Shed already built
Dark wood stain drying
Now please fuck off…
How would they feel if the shed were just a retractable roof covering a trebuchet?
Who, me? Power tools?
No, shed’s just for prayer–and
Hitchens can bite me.
True story about Mother Theresa’s nuns and the NYC zoning commission. The nuns were asked to come and run a homeless shelter. The building that was donated was a 5-story walkup. The city zoning board told the nuns that they would have to install an elevator in the building. The mother superior asked blankly, “Whatever for?” They were told that it was just in case they had someone in a wheelchair. The mother superior, in a gentle tone reserved for speaking to small children and imbeciles, explained, “If there is someone in a wheelchair, we will simply carry him up the stairs.”
The nuns ended up setting up their homeless shelter in a jurisdiction with more flexible zoning…
If you stay there you got to get on the HOA board. If not,”horse property” is the codeword for mind your own business neighborhoods. I don’t even like horses, but flies disappear in the winter, HOA;s don’t.
Oooh. Think of the fun you could have running the campaign. I’m picturing Middle School Student Council President- style. Posters on every telephone pole, buttons with your picture on it. You need to start with a really cool slogan.
Tentative slogan: “A Vote for Jeff is a Vote for FREEDOM!”
Hmmm… I like “Because the Jews already control everything else.”
Two Tequilas in every gut and armadillo spoor for everyone!
“A Vote for Jeff Will Really Piss Off Mel Gibson”
Oh you wish you were me
With my giant, phallic tub
Of debris and waste.