Thursday, January 7, 2010
Around Town / Phillips Cedar Hill Park: A Review (Warning--Contains Human Feces)
Posted by Betsy Phillips on Thu, Jan 7, 2010 at 5:16 AM
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Well I thought YOU and your psychodog were pretty creepy, so what do you think of that?
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Thank god. I was hoping that standing on one foot and sniffing my arm pit every time you drove by would creep you out enough to leave me alone.
Glad to know it worked.
whenever i'd comment on how screwed up the world is, my grand-mother would correct me by saying: "it's not the world, it's the people in it."
The worst thing at Cedar Hill is Phillips' pit bull. One pit bull is one too many.
I don't know anything about the poo, trash, or the creepy van, but Cedar Hill has a pretty decent Disc Golf course. And a little known secret is that the gas station nearby also sells discs, so if you happen to lose one in the trees, you can pick up a spare there.
Just for the record the slide there is awesome! It's a good way to cheer yourself up after a bad round of disc golf.
Correction on the gas station with discs, that is a different park, not Cedar Hill. But as Thomas says, there still is a really good disc golf course there as well.
"Cedar Hill Park is a lovely park and it deserves better than to look like the floor of a frat house after a four-day party."
Attended lots of frat parties at Cornell in my youth. Since moving to Nash, also have observed some more or less artistic trashing going on over around the Branscom Quad area on weekends of particular celebrations.
I would submit that the Cedar Hill trashing is as dissimilar to a Vanderbilt frat party as Roller Derby is to NASCAR. Both of them go round and round, but there the similarity ends. Cedar Hill gets trashed because of social decadence. Vanderbilt frats get trashed for the same reason a toddler knocks down building blocks.
Oh, good lord, you perverts. I'm not going to do anything to john that's going to require him to prepare his loins ahead of time, at least not before meeting him once, which will be quite difficult as he runs screaming in terror from my poor old dog.
No need to speculate salaciously.
"left an actual human turd on the floor."
Try visiting Canada sometime. They don't piss on toilet seats or shit on the floor up there.
Our US social journey seems to be on an out of control down-hill slide. And soon, our ever growing uncivil cadre of nest shitters could trash us back to climbing out of their filth and dwelling in trees. What goes around, comes around. Good God!
mr. pink, I do not own a van and resent the implication of your post. What bothers me also is you think I would own a van.
W D, when I was at Vanderbilt we had a house boy that cleaned up the fraternity house after such events. Those were better days.
Try visiting Canada sometime. They don't piss on toilet seats or shit on the floor up there.
Chalk one up for socialized medicine.
mr. pink, I do not own a van and resent the implication of your post. What bothers me also is you think I would own a van.
Sorry. I'm sure you were just visiting.
"there's plenty of goose poop for your dog to sniff at and then snack on when she thinks you're not looking."
Aunty B, I just love it that you have your senses about you enough to recognize your 'dawg's' nature. Restores my faith in human nature, sort of.
We used to say, about something particularly raunchy, that it was "enough to gag a dog off a gut cart." Right. Truth is: when my 'dawg's' dinner was served, and the Alpo was set down next to a pile of horse apples, it was anybody's guess as to which one old Fido went for first--sort of his personal selection of meal courses. Sometimes he went for desert first.
Pit bulls! Mine does the same thing. We have parrots, and their leavings are like truffles for my dog. Cat poo too, but I can't abide that so the litter box is sequestered. I saw John getting out of a van at Shelby Bottoms, but it wasn't his.
Well, I'm busted, but when I saw the pit bull killing this little girl's dog I hopped back in.
