Mood:  don't ask

Don't you hate it when the friggin' neighborhood kids mess around on your lawn?...

Hey! Hey, you all! Yes, I'm talking to you, little punks...

sigh... the house isn't a home, really: it's a petting zoo, and it's mostly my fault...

The big boys come for their handouts, too, and some of 'em are stacked like tree roots! Unfortunately, it's seen as unsportsmanlike to peg a buck at two feet with a rifle while he's eating at your feet...

The neighbors wouldn't be pleased either, I suppose... 

Posted by shanekentknolltrey at 12:06 AM ADT

Updated: Thursday, 23 August 2007 12:09 AM ADT

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