Saturday, November 08, 2003

FIFTY POSTS IN FIFTY HOURS
#11
Shit, that brat kid from next door has his motorized scooter out, and he can't stop beeping his freakin' little horn, and doesn't he know it's just after noon and some of us sleep till one. I knew that kid was trouble as soon as I saw his parents bring him home from the hospital.
Oh great, now his old man is out with the leaf blower.
What's next, hand grenade practice?