Jim
We received about 2 inches of snow yesterday and . . .
8:00 am: I made a snowman.
8:10 - A feminist passed by and asked me why I didn't make a snow woman.
8:15 - So, I made a snow woman.
8:17 - My feminist neighbor complained about the snow woman's voluptuous chest saying it objectified women everywhere.
8:20 - The gay couple living nearby threw a hissy fit and moaned it could have been two snowmen instead.
8:22 - The transgender man.. women...person asked why I didn't just make one snow person with detachable parts.
8:25 - The vegans at the end of the lane complained about the carrot nose, as veggies are food and are not used to decorate snow figures.
8:28 - I was being called a racist because the snow couple is white.
8:30 - I used food coloring to make one of the snow couple a different color and be more racially inclusive.
8:37 - Then accused of using a black face on the snowperson.
8:39 - The middle eastern gent across the road demanded the snow woman be completely covered.
8:40 - The police arrived saying someone had been offended.
8:42 - The feminist neighbor complained again that the broomstick of the snow woman needed to be removed because it depicted women in a domestic role.
8:43 - The 'council on equality' officer arrived and threatened me with eviction.
8:45 - TV crew from CNN showed up. I was asked if I know the difference between snowmen and snow-women? I replied "Snowballs" and am now a sexist.
9:00 - I was on the news as a suspected terrorist, racist, homophobe, and sensibility offender, bent on stirring up trouble during difficult weather.
9:10 - I was asked if I have any accomplices. My children were taken by social services.
9:29 - Far left protesters offended by everything marched down the street demanding that I be arrested. 9:45 - The boss called and fired me because of the negative association with work that had been all over social media.
10:00 - I cry into my drink because all I wanted to do was build a snowman...
Moral: There ain't no moral to this story. It is what this world has become because of a bunch of snowflakes.
Yes it is.
I found a way to deal with the "10 pound" spiders that my girl friend and her two kids were terrified by. I got prepared and one day I came home to the three of them telling me that there were two giant "10 pound" spiders in the bedroom. I took off my coat and hat and walked into the master bedroom and grabbed my 12 gauge pump shot gun. I walked into the other bedroom ahead of them and saw the "huge" spider on the wall. I stalked into a appropriate range, raise the shotgun to my shoulder, clicked the safety off and racked the slide to load the first round. I am sure they thought I was crazy but I pulled the trigger and the gun went off. The spider was plastered against the wall. (which was unhurt)
i then stalked the next spider that had moved to the bottom of the wall and handed the shotgun the kids mother. She sneaked up on it and fired the round smashing the spider. She started jumping around like she was covered with living spiders yelling, "get them off me!" The wad had bounced off the wall and brushed her hair. After I explained what she felt and she stopped screaming we had a good laugh about it. The two rounds had been loaded with a primer and a wad placed with the base facing out. There was no crimp so the wad was fired with just the force of the primer, but it did make a loud bang in a small room. After that I never heard of 10 pound spiders again. We revisit that time when we are all together. She is my wife's best friend and we all get along well. I have "adopted" her two kids as my own and they both call me dad. Fun times!
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