Thursday, December 16, 2004


Dear Neighbor,

God. Kill that hooker already and shut the hell up...some of us are trying to take a nap...and drink beer. Shut up. Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut up.

I wish I knew what they were doing over there. Building a manger scene with all blowup dolls? Throwing illegal firecrackers at each other and then screaming "Dance motherf*#@er!"? Nailing wreaths of fake flowers to the wall over spilled Mad Dog bottles in memory of all their homies that went to the Promised Land this year? Having a photoshoot for the "50 Hottest Crackwhores in TVPNM"?

I just want a nap. Is that so wrong?

UPDATE: Now it's turned into a soft tapping....tap tap tap. Maybe it's morse code...oh wait, they're saying "We are total f*ckers. STOP. Come over here and beat our asses. STOP. We suck huge hairy goat balls. STOP. Celine Dion is our GOD. STOP."
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