Is there anyone you didn't feel comfortable selling to?

[horsejody]

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[ksacres]

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[WildBurroShirts.com]

Every animal on my property is better behaved than that child: good for you for refusing to sell to psychos!

Makes you wonder why there's a license and a test to drive a moped but nothing to have kids, doesn't it?

I'm thinking maybe some basic questions, like, "You do realize that you are responsible for imparting decency and compassion to this child you're about to have?"

I'm glad the cops came.

 

[Beau coop]

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[Msbear]

reminds me of the little girl who turned into a blueberry on Willy Wonka.

I do feel bad for the family. They are causing the problems for their child but I hate to see the police and CPC and everyone get involved. I just hope they can learn from this or receive counseling as ordered by the state... The problem is these kind of people would never admit they were in the wrong... You probably had no choice but to call the law.

 

[spookyevilone]

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That's Veruca Salt

It reminded me of her too.

The choice was to get involved in a physical confrontation or call the police, so I called and hoped the call would scare them enough to leave, but they escalated it.

It was not fun. I do not recommend it as a life experience.
-Spooky

 

[pips&peeps]

Have they posted bail? What's going on with them now?

 

[spookyevilone]

Oops, nope, I lied! Blueberry was Violet Beauregard. "Violet! You're turning violet, Violet!"

But now I need to post the Veruca Salt song from the movie:

Veruca Salt:
Gooses! Geeses!
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for Easter

Mr. Salt:
It will, sweetheart

Veruca:
At least a hundred a day

Mr.Salt:
Anything you say

Veruca:
And by the way

Mr. Salt:
What?

Veruca:
I want a feast.

Mr. Salt:
You ate before you came to the factory

Veruca:
I want a bean feast!

Mr. Salt:
Oh, one of those

Veruca:
Cream buns and doughnuts and fruitcake with no nuts
So good you could go nuts

Mr. Salt:
You can have all those things when you get home

Veruca:
No, now!!

I want a ball
I want a party
Pink macaroons and a million balloons
And performing baboons and ...
Give it to me
Rrhh rhhh
Now!

I want the world
I want the whole world
I want to lock it all up in my pocket
It's my bar of chocolate
Give it to me
Now!

I want today
I want tomorrow
I want to wear 'em like braids in my hair
And I don't want to share 'em

I want a party with room fulls of laughter
Ten thousand tons of ice cream
And if I don't get the things I am after
I'm going to scream!

I want the works
I want the whole works
Presents and prizes and sweets and surprises
Of all shapes and sizes
And now
Don't care how
I want it now
Don't care how
I want it now

Oompa Loompas:
Oompa Loompa doompadee doo
I've got another puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doompadah dee
If you are wise you will listen to me

Who do you blame when your kid is a brat
Pampered and spoiled like a Siamese cat?
Blaming the kids is a lion of shame
You know exactly who's to blame:
The mother and the father!

Oompa Loompa doompadee dah
If you're not spoiled then you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doompadee do


And the original poem from the book:
"Veruca Salt, the little brute,
Has just gone down the garbage chute,
(And as we very rightly thought
That in a case like this we ought
To see the thing completely through,
We've polished off her parents, too.)
Down goes Veruca! Down the drain!
And here, perhaps, we should explain
That she will meet, as she descends,
A rather different set of friends
To those that she has left behind–
These won't be nearly so refined.
A fish head, for example, cut
This morning from a halibut.
'Hello! Good morning! How d'you do?
How nice to meet you! How are you?'
And then a little further down
A mass of others gather round:
A bacon rind, some rancid lard,
A loaf of bread gone stale and hard,
A steak that nobody could chew,
An oyster from an oyster stew,
Some liverwurst so old and gray
One smelled it from a mile away,
A rotten nut, a reeky pear,
A thing the cat left on the stair,
And lots of other things as well,
Each with a rather horrid smell.
These are Veruca's new found friends
That she will meet as she descends,
And this is the price she has to pay
For going so very far astray.
But now, my dears, we think you might
Be wondering–is it really right
That every single bit of blame
And all the scolding and the shame
Should fall upon Veruca Salt?
Is she the only one at fault?
For though she's spoiled, and dreadfully so,
A girl can't spoil herself, you know.
Who spoiled her, then? Ah, who indeed?
Who pandered to her every need?
Who turned her into such a brat?
Who are the culprits? Who did that?
Alas! You needen't look so far
To find out who these sinners are.
They are (and this is very sad)
Her loving parents, MUM and DAD.
And that is why we're glad they fell
Into the garbage chute as well."

-Spooky

 

[spookyevilone]

pips&peeps :

Have they posted bail? What's going on with them now?

Mum posted bail yesterday, Dad posted today. Darling Daughter is still in foster care until after the hearing.

Dad posted in front of the same judge who signed the RO, and was informed by the judge that breaking the RO or inciting a third party would be cause enough to revoke the bail bond.

His lawyer contacted me and was referred to my boss, who's doubling as my representation. "These folks just want to resolve this misunderstanding amicably so they can be reunited with their daughter."

The response was, "My client wants assurances from your clients so she can feel safe in her own home. Their aggressive, violent disturbance has caused her severe emotional distress."

So we'll see what happens. I'd be happy if they all had to attend court-mandated anger management therapy.
-Spooky​

 

[horsejody]

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Is anybody else having the vision of the oompa loompas dancing and singing, "oompa loompa doobity doo..."?