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logansrogueSome drunken arseholes kicked holes in our fence! And Dad and Scotty and Paul have all gone after them! I woke up Paul to try to get him to calm my Dad down but Paul just JOINED them and now they're gone, driving down the fucking street! All the Lorenz men off down the street!!!! What if they're HURT?! I'm so scared!
Fucking hell. MEN! Men and their STUPID MACHO SHIT!!! I said - they are more important than bits of wood! They're going to get HURT!
Stupid fucking Viking and Scottish blood. Making them go into berserker rages or something.
ETA: Okay. They returned. Dad, Paul and Scotty are all okay. We have a buggered fence. They saw a girl and a guy go down First Ave. I wish we could find out who did this and ask them WHY? Why do this? Dad made that fence with his own two fucking hands, you know? They've hurt us, hurt our hearts cause we love our house and take pride in it. That picket fence, that stupid, cliched white picket fence was one of those things my Mum REALLY wanted out the front. A round driveway, gardens and the picket fence. They'd been planning that since I was a kid.
And some jerk comes up and disrespects us by kicking our property and damaging it. God. It makes me SO fucking mad. I don't know how the fuck I'm going to sleep.
We've had stuff stolen and we've had things damaged. These drunk fuckers are just absolute dogs.
ETA2: The police came, and pretty quick too. They're going to make inquiries. This is an ongoing problem on our street. A particular bunch of young people keep vandalising the place. Stupid rich fuckers that think they own the place and can do what they want. Anyway, it was lovely that the police took us seriously. Even if nothing can really be done.
Fucking hell. MEN! Men and their STUPID MACHO SHIT!!! I said - they are more important than bits of wood! They're going to get HURT!
Stupid fucking Viking and Scottish blood. Making them go into berserker rages or something.
ETA: Okay. They returned. Dad, Paul and Scotty are all okay. We have a buggered fence. They saw a girl and a guy go down First Ave. I wish we could find out who did this and ask them WHY? Why do this? Dad made that fence with his own two fucking hands, you know? They've hurt us, hurt our hearts cause we love our house and take pride in it. That picket fence, that stupid, cliched white picket fence was one of those things my Mum REALLY wanted out the front. A round driveway, gardens and the picket fence. They'd been planning that since I was a kid.
And some jerk comes up and disrespects us by kicking our property and damaging it. God. It makes me SO fucking mad. I don't know how the fuck I'm going to sleep.
We've had stuff stolen and we've had things damaged. These drunk fuckers are just absolute dogs.
ETA2: The police came, and pretty quick too. They're going to make inquiries. This is an ongoing problem on our street. A particular bunch of young people keep vandalising the place. Stupid rich fuckers that think they own the place and can do what they want. Anyway, it was lovely that the police took us seriously. Even if nothing can really be done.
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Date: 2006-02-24 06:30 pm (UTC)We're all still up. We can't sleep. We're all upset because this is an ongoing problem.
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Date: 2006-02-24 06:41 pm (UTC)For any new fences built, I suggest installing spring-loaded boxing gloves.
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Date: 2006-02-24 06:47 pm (UTC)