Monday, April 28, 2014

Mr. Oinker Likes His Ice Cream ...

The best laid plans of mice and men ...

I'd planned on getting off work, jumping in the car, and getting a haircut.   I've put it off to the point that my hair will not do anything.  It won't curl.  It won't lay right.  At any given minute, I look like I just rolled out of bed.  It's ridiculous.

But since there were thunderstorm and tornado warnings out ... I decided it was best to call it a day and come on home.   So ... instead of the cute haircut I was planning on getting?  I've spent the evening listening to my drunk neighbors yell insults and gibberish at one another.

"You're nasty and smelly and you roll your own cigarettes!"
"Fuck you!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"You owe me $100 and I'm getting it on Monday."
"You're not getting shit.  Cause you're nasty and you're smelly."
"Fuck you!"

It ebbs and it flows.  Right now we're in a quiet spell ... but shortly I'll hear the front door bang open and Grandpa Squidbilly will come out ... screaming about how someone took his baseball cards ... the ones he kept in the unlocked minivan for safe keeping!

It's going to be a long night.  Sigh ... where are my earplugs ...

Don't step out of this house
If that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home
If you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"
Aw, mom you're just jealous, it's the Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right

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