Wholey fuck I’m going to piss and shit myself if I have to live next to you any longer! Im fucking sick and tired of you bragging to me that your fucking onions are going to be bigger then mine. Fuck U! Ive lived here going on 20 years and ive grown onions every fucking year. For you to come from the city and move in next to me with you fancy fucking car and satelite tv and to say to me that I cant grown onions rightly is fucking unsane! I know it was you, you big fuckin prick, who cut the bottoms out a my rubber boots too. Fuckin going barefoot in my garden now, you damn prick. I cant just go to walmart and get a new pair like you. And I know u been over to see the wife. Shes been harping on me saying I cant grown fucking onions. Where she get that idea? pack up and move back to the city you fuckin hippy. yourae not wanted here.
—farmer
This article appears in Jun 18-24, 2009.
Horrible attempt to get the same kinda rise out of the readers as the puppet bitch did. Fail.
Just hope the neighbour isn’t cutting holes in any other rubbers when he comes over to see the wife.
Nice Miles 🙂
I love redneck humour. This whole bitch is “unsane”!
And then OP tied an onion around their belt, as was the style at the time.
But not a white onion, on account of the war.
Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ’em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you’d say
On a scale of 1 to 10, this phony bitch gets a 4. Better luck next time.
ya sure its onions hes bragging about and not something else, especially if he told your wife…. catch my drift lol
PDG: Love the Simpsons reference,=.
i say grow em anyways!
Ok, one question for the regs here…..how do you know this is a fake bitch..
I read some here and shake my head saying dang I wish I had only that to bitch about and some are so outlandish/ridiculous/corny I think it must be fake….how can you tell….
Want to get even? Just yell that you can shprell better n im 😛
Cutting the bottoms out of rubber boots = genius.
Yeah, I call BS on this bitch. How the hell did he get into the OP’s house to “cut out his rubber boots”? I highly doubt that anyone would have the gall to do something as useless as that, especially for a fucking onion. OP, if your story is true, get a hairless Schnauzer with a Chuckie mask guarding your onion patch, outfitted with an electric fence and a couple of butchered crows.
Wow I was happy my onions are growing at all; now I have to worry about if they’re big enough. How big are your neighbours OP? Are feelings of onion size inadequacy normal? Life was already complicated.
WTF.. is this even english?!
WTF is this even English?!