Last night I went to rent a movie around midnight from Video Difference, and the walk down Quinpool Road looked just like it always does, with the flowers in the planters where they belong.
Then around 2AM my roommate came home with an armful of flowers, saying that she found them strewn all over the sidewalk and didn’t want them to go to waste. So someone, presumably drunk, between 12 and 2, decided it would be a GLORIOUS fucking idea to destroy every flower, bush and tree that they possible could, throwing all the miraculous plant life into the sidewalk where it would shrivel and die. What. The. Fuck.
Find another outlet for your drunken rage, stop destroying my neighbourhood. —Stop the ecocide
This article appears in Jul 8-14, 2010.
shit, if they were free, don’t fucking knock it.
Unfortunately they’re not. The taxpayer pays for it.
…and they want to put an urban garden on the ol’ QEH site – let’s see how long that lasts.
An urban garden on the QEH site sounds like a great idea to me. As long as it’s surrounded by concertina wire and I get to stand night watch with a variety of small arms close at hand with “shoot to kill” authorization against the possibility of vegetable vandals. This would be a dream job for me.
I already have a dream job, but unfortunately airline pilots aren’t allowed to terminate transgressors in this summary fashion.
u.f.b., fuck the small arms, i got one hell fire .44 automag, that will rattle windows for 6 blocks when fired. let’s see melvin walk away from that baby.
That’s a shame. You can try to make Quinpool nice and pretty, but in the end, the drunks will destroy it.
two words…
electric fence.
I predict the number of cases of ‘burn marks on their wang’ to rise…
but really, it’s a small price to pay and would keep the nurses and attendants in good spirits.
Your rommie lied to you. She didn’t FIND them. She fucking tore them out by their roots and brought them home.
BTW, how is your bush?