It takes great balls to pull a fire alarm at midnight-thirty on the coldest night thusfar of the summer, and even greater cohones to run from alarm to alarm, somehow impenetrable to the brain shattering sirens, and yanking alarm after alarm as you go. I look forward to removing said balls from said owner. And it's not just me; I had the opportunity to meet several of my neighbors while standing in my skivvies in the cold, 2am, September air. I mean, what better time, right? They, too, it seems, fail to see the humor in all the eggings and other ongoing inconceivably inconsiderate shenanigans. They did, however, seem to find the humor in my enippleated pajamas.

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Will robes make a comeback? Now i know why people just throw them on the bed posts! and don't forget the slippers! you wouldn't have felt half as cold! -wise @$$
But what i REALLY was thinking is:
CAN I HAVE YOUR CAR, since you'll be busy locked up, i promise i won't come to bail you out, just so i can test the open road! ;->
thanks you are so kind!
at least you know you wouldn't have burned, sleeping beauty.
Then again, you have now asked me to let you burn so....
Good thing you don't sleep in the buff. OMG - I must go slaughter some hogs to get that one out of my mind!!!
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