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Feb 25, 2006 12:30

dear bleepity-bleep motherf**kers who like honking on my street:

i know it's a difficult thing to get your lazy ass out of your badly modded car with its chicken wire and coffeecan muffler to knock on the door and request the person you're picking up to get their lazy ass in gear. really, i understand that you can't call them on your cell phone and that you'd much rather bump up your bass too loud and rev the engine of your geo metro so it sounds like a lawn mower in overdrive.

it's so cool that you drive your momma's car at age twenty eight.

however, while i don't care that you honk that horn non-stop at three am, five am, two pm, and whatever other time you damn well please, my cat is getting damn well paranoid -- he gets this skulking look in his eyes, as if to say "gah! they're here to send me to the big vet in the sky!!!one!!1!" it's been getting steadily worse over the past while, and i'm firmly convinced that one of these days he's going to bound through the front window, shred your rims and pee all over your pants.

for your welfare and the sanity of my cat, please keep the honking to a minimum.

thanks,
nettled in northeast
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