Our neighborhood is ghetto. You already know about the bums, the shit landscaping, the loud latin rap from passing cars into downtown, the constant sirens, the domestic disputes, the blah, and all that other shit. Well, now we have fucking singing assholes. Last nite, the old married couple with a baby managed to get to bed around 11 PM or so. (Baby was down around 9 PM.) Life is good. Then, at midnight, a group of singing assholes sprouted from the dirt lot across the way and began to make my eyes roll forward in my skull until I found myself cursing to Amanda about how shit our 'hood is. Fortunately for them, I hadn't been drinking; otherwise, I may have snuck into Gracelyn's room, grabbed a handful of Little People, and chucked it at them.
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wtf again...this morning, some crazy animal was hopping frantically around on rooftops and such barking like a duck...then, when it wouldn't shut up, we looked outside and found that it was a squirrel and not some bird relative...must have been rabid...
i hate ducks that bark.
barking ducks are better than rabid squirrels, though.
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