last night morning when i swam into my house drunx i discovered that all our chairs from the balcony had been mysteriously left out front of our house.
at first i believed housemates had just gotten tired of them.
in the sober[er] light of 1pm it was discovered that it was not the housemates. it was the work of weirdo stinko possible homelesses [i doubt this one], friends of the sluts across the road [i believe this one but was vetoed by a housemate] or spring hill drunkards!
so. a plan was formed in a brain not yet free of the vodka raspberries.
operation string trap was born!
other plans for the string trap involve the possibilitys of
- boiling down the oleander and poisoning the string
- nailing really long nails up through the underside of the stairs
- glass shards on the stairs
- maybe some form of cat-apault? involving poppy somehow?
beware motherfuckers