Did I ever mention that my neighbor is a bit of a nut-job? Well, he is. And not exactly a candidate for gifted classes, were he in middle school, if you know what I mean, and that's all I have to say about that. Except that his idea last year of making millions by breeding Siamese cats (he had never owned a cat before in his life, by the way) was a complete bust. And that wasn't the first great idea gone wrong. The man is just not right in the head. But, is any, really?
So it's no wonder I started getting suspicious when the weird fence showed up last week and now this week: surprise! So I called my brother and said "Dude, you gotta come check out Jim's latest project," and Bro pops by in short order, takes one look and says "Hey!!--is that like half of one of those 'Push-me-Pull-me' things from the Dr. Doolittle movie?!?!" (He refers to the 1960s-Rex Harrison-version of the movie). I slap my head and say "Oh, Jeebus, somebody, please, fix me a drink." But do they listen? No. So I fixed my own damn drink. They sure are cute, though, aren't they? They remind me of this group of coke-head chicks who used to hang out at a nightclub where my friend, Jeff, was a bouncer in the 1980s. I think their names were Kelly, Lisa and Cindy. Same tragic hair.
2 comments:
That is hilarious! (Or maybe that's just the flu speaking in my head.)
Oh my God, that's hysterical! OK, promise you'll call uh, I don't know who do you call? someone to come for them when your dumb neighbor screws this one up, too!
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