Ari: Little early for a wake up call.
H: No kidding! See, if someone had shot my house at say, 7 AM, it would have been much more acceptable.
A: And appropriate as a wake up call. Maybe they thought you had doughnuts to make. Were the cops cute at least?
H: No. They sure were stupid, though.
A: I don’t think the smart ones work that early.
H: Maybe we just got them pre-Dunkin Donuts.
A: 5am… Disgusting.
H: Seriously. Thugism should have regular hours. Like Stop ‘n’ Shop.
A: I absolutely agree with you. You ought to teach a course!! At the Learning Annex.
H: I don’t know if thugs would start to resent all the guidelines…. And the checks for the class would naturally bounce, too.
A: Well… am quite glad you are feeling better at least to where you can joke about it.
H: I think if I don’t joke about it, I’ll be scared all the time…
Which is the sad truth. What with Roommate having a traveling job that will take him out of town again this weekend, humor is about the only thing keeping me from running ‘cross the street in my pajamas and crawling in bed with my friendly neighbors.
The landlord feels pretty terrible, as he’s sure this has to do with the previous tenants, whom he evicted and then had some nasty litigation. Cream of the crop, the last tenants. Turns out, the cops were by on a regular basis for domestic disturbances. I’m afraid Roommate and I are so v. boring by comparison. Here we are, cleaning the yard, making home improvements, being good quiet neighbors and we’re supposed to be thuggin’ up the place. I’ll simply have to watch a few hours of Jerry Springer for tips.
Such vanilla tenants you are. You ought to throw some dishes around every so often to ward off landlord’s nostalgia. Maybe he’d cut you a deal on the rent. Hmm… remind me again please, exactly who are the friendly neighbors across the street? Ahem. I suspect you’d be far safer on Springer. lol
Glad to hear it was directed at you personally.
Probably doesn’t make it any less scary though.
Oops – that should be WASN’T directed at you…
Just wait until my background check goes through … Then you’ll be sorry!
What the hell is that supposed to mean, Rocco? Go finish your homework.
Maybe Rocco’s thinking of renting an apartment near you?
You don’t have to sleep with the neighbors when the sex machine who is your roommate goes out of town. Your friendly neighborhood lesbian fantasy would gladly invite you to sleep over at HER house (especially if we’re both walking home tipsy from a party on Saturday.)
wahahaha … rocco and Me crack me up. i love you guys. (and fish, next time, challenge rocco to an ice cream eating contest.)
That’s just unfair and mean!! (though extra funny) I mean, first of all I can eat ANYONE under the table. And second of all, poor Rocco is allergic to life, not to mention dairy products!
Begging your pardon, miss, but a half gallon and no weight gained. Beat that, and we’ll talk about a head-to-head championship.
You can try challenging Rocco to a Soy Dream (http://imaginefoods.com/pages/products/soydreamfrozen.html) eating contest. Yum
I’d win ANY Soy Dream-eating contest. Except for the “Chocolate Fudge Brownie” flavor.
And is the “sex machine” comment a reference to me? Because I’m RANDY, baby. RANDY.