Everything is fine. I'm just not into it. Since this gig doesn't pay, I figure, fuck it.
I'll be back next week with an update on the born-again biker NEIGHBORS FROM HELL. Dude is back from rehab. SB is thrilled!
Dipshit asshole motherfucker awakened my grumpy ass at 6:30 this morning by starting up his LOUD clangy piece-of-shit vehicle and banging shut the goddamn door to the party-plate car. Where the fucker was going at the hour is beyond me. Fucker and his wife are both unemployed deadbeats currently. My tax dollar is supporting these two hot messes and their cretinous offspring.
Clearly, I am in a shiny happy place this morning. The sun shines out of my ass.
Until next week, kiddies. . . .
Love to all my motherfuckers,
SB
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I recommend a margarita night for a quick vacation. It won't get rid of the next door neighbors but you'll feel better for a little green therapy.
And if you use fresh limes, I'm sure it counts as a serving of fruit. Chalk one up for nutrition.
Maybe he was going out to score some drugs. Sounds like you need a vacation. Come to the rainy South and we will cheer you up!
Enjoy. I will love you even in your absence.
Kathleen,
I like the way you think woman!
Syd,
That was funny. Maybe he was. Laugh.
Jeannie Dear,
And I, you.
Dear SB, looking forward to the next installment. I love Kathleen's advice. Why don't you have a really loud party and start doing everything you can think of to piss them off? xx
Love to you dear SB. Ugh! I hate neighbors. Around this neighborhood, I'm sure the feeling is mutual.
Melly Mel,
I wish you and A were my neighbors. What a ball we'd have! We could get together in the back yard with martinis and all of our menagerie. Someone would call animal control, probably, with all those cats and dogs running around. Laugh.
I love you. Love to A too!
SB
I could bring chickens. Alive, molting chickens. Would that help get the party started?
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