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April 4, 2024

You Know You’re Getting Old When You Start Bleeding From The Ass

YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN YOU START BLEEDING FROM THE ASS

Don’t fret, idiots, that’s not the subject of my column today – as always, it’s THOSE DAMN KIDS!

However, when I am bleeding from the ass (e.g., this morning), my hatred of those damn kids grows tenfold! The picture of the elephant on the toilet is not meant to amuse you – it’s to educate you about my daily battle with the toilet.

Let me know give you a little insight into my day. I get up at 4:30am and will have read the entire Lansing State Journal rag by the time most of the goddamned pipsqueaks on my block have crawled out of bed and had their first bowl of frutti-tutti flakes.

Every morning, me and Mrs. Aldrich sit on our porch and watch dumbfounded as those little jerks scrape dogshit off their sneakers and onto my lawn.

The vicious cycle starts with the parents of those little Hitlers. Wine swilling, middle class asshole who let their little yap dogs (with their craps the size of Lake Michigan) shit on my sidewalk without cleaning it up. Come rain or shine, those damn kids step in it every morning, then they say “ewww,” scrape it on my lawn then skip off to school so they can learn how to piss on the flag.

It doesn’t matter if it’s on a day when my ass is bleeding or not – IT DRIVES ME FUCKING CRAZY!!!

But don’t cry for me. As long as I have blood in my veins and bullets in my gun, I’ll always have the upper hand against THOSE DAMN KIDS!

I’ll talk at you another time…

LESTER ALDRICH – THOSE DAMN KIDS

August 20, 2017

In Honor Of Jerry Lewis’ Death – The Greatest Ten Minutes Of Comedy Ever

From Don Rickles…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_mO0BXikDs

Lester Aldrich – Those Damn Kids

February 8, 2013

Friday Nights Are Hell Around Here

Friday nights are Hell around here and God knows I’ve never been too high on abortions – but if it meant I would get one peaceful Friday night, I would have aborted every one of THOSE DAMN KIDS in the third trimester with the head sticking out!

Me and Mrs. Aldrich get back from Denny’s about 4:45 every Friday night (tonight was no exception). I like to have me a LaBatt’s or three to sort of wind down from the week of staring at the floor and wondering when I’ll just die.

Then the sun goes down and it all starts.

First comes the blaring of car horns and the high-pitch screaming as they pass by.

Do these stupid kids want the whole neighborhood to think they’re idiots?

Dick suckers so high on pot they can’t even drive straight!

About an hour later, when they think I’m asleep, comes the TP.

If those little squirts knew how scarce that stuff was during the war and what we had to use to wipe our butts, they’d think twice about throwing roll after roll all over my 100-year-old elm tree.

Then it’s shaving cream and flaming manure time.

Like clockwork, those sissymarys write unmentionable sayings all over my driveway and lawn then set a bag of shit on fire.

The retards then ring the bell to let me know what they’ve done.

I GODDAMNED KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE! YOU’VE RUINED MY GODDAMNED LAWN AND MY FRIDAY NIGHT IS WHAT YOU’VE DONE!

I swear to Jesus Christ, next time I’m calling the cops and bomb sniffing dogs! I’ve had it.

And every Saturday it takes Mrs. Aldrich half the day just clean all that crap up.

I’ll talk at you next week…

Lester Aldrich – Those Damn Kids

February 20, 2012February 20, 2012

When John Glenn Circled The Earth

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There’s not a man outside waiting to kill me if I step out of my house and there’s NOT a terrible flu virus killing off the old people of the world (Swine Flu is for pussies!).

The only problem, as I see it from my front porch in eastern Michigan, is THOSE DAMN KIDS!

Fifty years ago TODAY(!), when John Glenn circled the world in the Friendship 7 in 1962, there weren’t kids on skateboards jumping over your car or riding bikes and sleds onto your lawn.

The only kids I saw back then were saluting the flag.

The only kids I saw back then respected their elders.

Look here, I can remember 1932. How many of you assholes can say that? (ed. note: non-octogenarians, that is)

I remember when things were really bad.

When children cried when they were hungry and policemen were corrupt. We’ve won six wars over the past 80 years (eight if you count Iraq and Afghanistan!).

What have the 12 year-olds of today done?

They broke my front window for one. Yep, they sure did that.

Hit Mrs. Aldrich in the legs with a ball. That sure was “cool”.

Ding dong ditch ’em? Oh, you bet.

Flaming manure? 12 bags, 12 days.

One day, Mrs. Aldrich and I were on our way out to movie and little Snotty Scotty got it into his mind to throw firecrackers at Mrs. Aldrich.

Real classy, Snotty. You’re lucky she lost her hearing years ago, jerk!

Kids at the supermarket yell at me for parking in a handicap spot.

I haven’t straightened my right leg in 20 goddamned years, fuckers! Of course I’m handicapped! You want me to empty my colostomy bag inside your boots!

I hate the kids of today. I wish they were all dead.

No, there’s no Seven Plagues of the Bible or Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse coming to destroy the world.

The only thing that will destroy this God forsaken planet is THOSE DAMN KIDS!

GOD SPEED, JOHN GLENN!

I’ll talk at you next week…

Lester Aldrich – Those Damn Kids

November 10, 2011November 10, 2011

Lester Aldrich Has Colostomy Bag Issues And Can’t Straighten His Fingers…

Hello, this is Mrs. Aldrich – Lester Aldrich’s wife.

He wanted me to type something here to tell you that he can’t write his column today because he has issues with his colostomy bag (see right) and can’t straighten his fingers.

And last night ‘s Republican debate gave him a seizure.

He also wanted me to tell you that he still hates THOSE DAMN KIDS and will be continuing his quest to destroy them all starting next week provided he regains the ability to shit.

He will talk at you next week.

Mrs. Aldrich – Those Damn Kids

October 6, 2011October 6, 2011

I’ve Always Been A Great Admirer Of Alf Landon

If Alf Landon would have won the Presidency in 1936, this country would be a hell of a lot different. May God damn FDR again and again and again!

If Alf Landon were President, we wouldn’t have waited for the Japs to bomb us, we would have bombed them as soon as they Raped Naking.

We would have bombed Germany while Hitler was still sucking on his mother’s cock.

We would have bombed Russia before they were the Soviet Union. What happened there in Goddamn 1905 was good enough reason for me!

We goddamned would have stopped alot of Goddamned suffering.

The people wanted Alf.

The people loved Alf.

Alf got screwed up the ass because he was from Kansas.

FDR said to the New York Times, “Presidents don’t come from Kansas. Kansas is where drooling idiots fornicate with mules.” [ed. note: FDR never said any such thing. The 1936 election was won by FDR in the biggest landslide in U.S. Presidential history.]

FDR was a pussy. And what a great job he did. Just look where we are now:

… What?

I lost my train of thought. Once again, my last remaining peaceful moments in my life ruined by THOSE DAMN KIDS.

It seems that little idiot Billy Snotstick from across the street decided to throw a flaming dog turd onto my lawn.

Ooh, real destructive jerk! Where I come from that’s mulch!

Let’s see how that disrespectful little retard would like a Molotov cocktail thrown into his house in the middle of the night.

I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU!

As I watch Mrs. Aldrich clean up the shit, I suddenly realize…

Fuck politics, fuck presidential debates, I’ll be dead in four years.

I’ll talk at you next week…

Lester Aldrich – Those Damn Kids

September 29, 2011

Pension Fund Shot?

Retirement money dried up?

Stop your bitching and do what me and Mrs. Aldrich do – EAT DOG FOOD. And not that premium Alpo crap – I’m talking Chappie Original Dog Food Meal!

Me and the Mrs. have been through tougher times than this. A 39 cent can of dog food is a goddamned feast compared to what we used to eat.

Every time I see Those Damn Kids out on my lawn eating ice cream like it’s VJ Day, I just want to take the flag off my porch, impale them and carry them back to the depression where after we ran out of dirt to eat, we were forced to eat the termites that were eating our house.

I don’t know who’s to blame for this economic crisis (George Bush, Barack Obama, Lansing Mayor Virg Bernero, Those Damn Kids) – frankly, I don’t care.

Not as long as there is decent food to be had for $0.39!

I’ll talk at you next week…

Lester Aldrich – Those Damn Kids

September 23, 2011

Friday Nights Are Hell Around Here…

Me and Mrs. Aldrich get back from Denny’s about 5:45 every Friday night. I like to have me a LaBatt’s or three to sort of wind down from the week.

Then the sun goes down and it all starts.

First comes the blaring of car horns and the high-pitch screaming as they pass by. Do these stupid kids want the whole neighborhood to think they’re idiots? Dick suckers so high on pot they can’t even drive straight!

About an hour later, when they think I’m asleep, comes the TP.

If those little squirts knew how scarce that stuff was during the war and what we had to use to wipe our butts, they’d think twice about throwing roll after roll all over my 100-year-old elm tree.

Then it’s shaving cream and flaming manure time.

Like clockwork, those sissymarys write unmentionable sayings all over my driveway and lawn then set a bag of shit on fire.

The retards then ring the bell to let me know what they’ve done.

I GODDAMNED KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE! YOU’VE RUINED MY GODDAMNED LAWN IS WHAT YOU’VE DONE!

I swear to Jesus Christ, last Friday, if I could have unlocked the bullets in time, there’d be three less of THOSE GODDAMNED KIDS in the world.

And every Saturday it takes Mrs. Aldrich half the day just clean all that crap up.

I’ll talk at you next week..

Lester Aldrich – Those Damn Kids

August 8, 2011August 8, 2011

I Was A Teenager In The Great Depression

… My father was unemployed.

We had very little food.

We never bathed.

I didn’t go to school very often.

But I was a teenager so I didn’t give a shit about any of that stuff.

I just wanted to have sexual relations with Mary Dell’gato.

Today, my pension is completely gone (thanks, 3 years ago, to that no good motherfucker Richard Fuld and his bankrupt Lehman Brothers!).

My ass doesn’t really work anymore.

THOSE DAMN KIDS rip apart my lawn and TP my trees. And I’m a really old man.

The Great Depression was better.

I’ll talk at you next week.

Lester Aldrich – Those Damn Kids

July 22, 2011October 17, 2011

In 1944, I Was Ordered To Go To Spain

On this date, in 1944, I was ordered to go to Spain after five months of heavy fighting in eastern France.

I counted 35 kills in my personal quest to get to the Rhine but my fuck-ass superior officer thought I was ‘over-zealous’ in my hatred for strangers and told me to take a break from killing.

My superior officer was a pussy – but I won’t smear his name here – he was, after all, a decorated hero in the war to end all wars (WWI) and a valuable member of the super-duper war to end all wars (WWIl).

I think Captain Ralph “Ol’ Pussy” Jackson (oops) would have been ashamed of himself if he actually thought the allies would win.

But I think he always thought the Nazis would win, so he hedged his bets.

We can only hope Ol’ Pussy Jackson is burning in Hell now for being weak.

Though I don’t think Satan would have much to do with him.

What does Satan need with pussy ass weak field commanders?

Anyway, I was ordered to go to Spain. Southern Spain.

The only thing I knew about southern Spain was nothing. I knew they ate goat brains and pig feet but that was it.

I wasn’t expecting to see “La Trucha” (The Trout). La Truca was a flamenco dancer. And she was the love of my life. And I don’t give a shit if Mrs. Aldrich reads this!

I never knew a dance could seduce me so. Once you are in “La Trucha’s” grip you pretty much have to kill her to get out.

I spent five glorious days with “the trout” and then I had to leave and kill more Nazis.

Ol’ Pussy Jackson came to his senses and realized that the Nazis had to be killed. La Trucha tried keep me with her by threatening my life with her high-heel nail-studded Flamenco shoes. But I got away… yep… and I’m not saying what happened to La Trucha on that July night in 1944.

Fuck La Trucha! She might have been a double agent for all I knew. Fuck that bitch! As long as Nazis are alive, I must kill them.

I would have killed La Trucha – the love of my life – if she were a Nazi. I would kill my mother if she were a Nazi.

ALL NAZIS MUST DIE! Don’t try to win me over with your flamenco crap. It won’t work!

SCREW YOU, LA TRUCHA! No fish will defeat democracy!

I realize this has nothing to do with THOSE DAMN KIDS, but sometimes you have to kill others in order to kill yourself.

Capisce?

I’ll talk at you next week…

Lester Aldrich – Those Damn Kids