Was It Wrong Of Me...
...to collect every plastic grocery bag, paper plate, Coors can, shit encrusted baby wipe, balloon remnant, children's drawing, mailing envelope and newspaper, found adrift in MY MOTHA FUKKIN' YARD, and stuck to MY MOTHA FUKKIN' FENCE, bag it all up, and deposit it in the rightful owner's driveway?
I hate that bitch. I watched her leave this morning, driving right past the over-turned can, but did she do the right thing? Haul her fat, lard ass butt outta her S.U.V. and PICK THAT SHIT UP?! Nooooooo.
Same goes for all the damn toys she leaves in her front yard every.single.day. Looks like a got damn daycare center over there.
The people on the other side do the same thing. Between the two houses, they have 9 kids. Bikes, Barbie cars, kiddie 4X4s, skateboards, balls, jungle gyms, scooters, are EVERYWHERE, every.single.day. PICK THAT SHIT UP! Its not like they don't have FENCED IN YARDS.
Arghhhhhhhh!!!!
I'm tired, and cranky. Can ya' tell?
I hate that bitch. I watched her leave this morning, driving right past the over-turned can, but did she do the right thing? Haul her fat, lard ass butt outta her S.U.V. and PICK THAT SHIT UP?! Nooooooo.
Same goes for all the damn toys she leaves in her front yard every.single.day. Looks like a got damn daycare center over there.
The people on the other side do the same thing. Between the two houses, they have 9 kids. Bikes, Barbie cars, kiddie 4X4s, skateboards, balls, jungle gyms, scooters, are EVERYWHERE, every.single.day. PICK THAT SHIT UP! Its not like they don't have FENCED IN YARDS.
Arghhhhhhhh!!!!
I'm tired, and cranky. Can ya' tell?
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