For the umpteenth time I straight up HATE MY JESUS FREAK MOTHERFUCKING NEIGHBORS! This past weekend I finally went on the rage bender that these assholes have been provoking for the past four years. I screamed! I howled! I name-called 'til the cows came home. And it felt GOOD people; it felt SOOOOOOOOOOOOO good.
Likely for the past few days they've been alternately praying for my sad, heathen soul and plotting their blue collar revenge.
I'd say the hoopdee with no rear window, expired Pennsylvania license plates, and two kids that run wild in varying stages of undress are an excellent start. Good times, motherfuckers, good times.
Monday, September 10, 2007
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