Green Buckets
So Jen and Vy were sitting outside on th' porch last night whilst I was in class, observing the neighborhood. She saw the neighbors across the street (one of whom just happens to be an arborist, according to his truck) preparing for a good ol' fashioned barbeque. Accordingly, there were five or six 25-40 something guys holding beers circled around th' grill. What subsequently happens I must transcribe from my imagination:
Guy: Hey Chad! How them burgers comin'?!
Chad: Just great Guy! Say! did you see my new tractor mower? The damn thing won't start!
*A general shuffle of feet over to the tractor mower*
Guy: *attempts to start mower* See?! the damn thing won't start!
*much hemming and hawing, swigs of beer, and attempts to restart mower*
Chad S.: Well, let me give 'er a try!
Chad: Yeah, Guy, let Chad. S. give it a try!
*Chad S. sits on mower and starts it up*
Chad, Guy, Chad S., Guy Stevens, Randall, and Martin: YEAH!
*All chug beer*
Ah, suburbia.
Went to the zoo today, and we are ever so wiped. Violet enjoyed herself, as did Mum and Dad. Jen is not allowed to go back to work, cuz' this vacation has been seriously awesome.
That's all I got, besides these here lyrics from Clutch:
Won't you come over and stay for a while?
Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time.
Turn on the TV. I believe it's prime time.
I'll make you chicken cacciatore in five.
There's a woman down at 314 who can't keep the stains on her
kitchen floor
clean.
And there's a man who's been knocking on his own door for three
years, or has
it been four?
I-i-yi-yi-yi don't want to spend the winter in this house all alone.
Those neighbors of mine keep coming over and playing with my
mind.
I would like to love ya, I sure would treat you right,
We could take the trash out every Thursday night.
Here in my neighborhood there is the strangest thing -
green buckets every Friday at every driveway.
They're filled with glasses, plastics and newspapers too.
They say they recycle and bring them back to you.
I would like to love ya, I sure would treat you right,
We could take the trash out every Thursday night.
We could be a family, consume many goods.
We could be the pillars of the neighborhood.
Ah babe, I'm a real hard worker. With the proper tools.
I'll make you anything you yearn for.
The barbarians are at the gate, come in before it's too late.
I have food enough to last the two of us about a year.
One thousand cans of chowder and one thousand cans of beer.
I love my neighbors like I love my own brothers,
but every year they are getting odder and odder.
I would like to love you. I sure would treat you right,
We could take the trash out every Thursday night.
We could be a family, consume many goods.
We could be the pillars of the neighborhood.
Slag OFF!
*exeunt n' fleurish*
Guy: Hey Chad! How them burgers comin'?!
Chad: Just great Guy! Say! did you see my new tractor mower? The damn thing won't start!
*A general shuffle of feet over to the tractor mower*
Guy: *attempts to start mower* See?! the damn thing won't start!
*much hemming and hawing, swigs of beer, and attempts to restart mower*
Chad S.: Well, let me give 'er a try!
Chad: Yeah, Guy, let Chad. S. give it a try!
*Chad S. sits on mower and starts it up*
Chad, Guy, Chad S., Guy Stevens, Randall, and Martin: YEAH!
*All chug beer*
Ah, suburbia.
Went to the zoo today, and we are ever so wiped. Violet enjoyed herself, as did Mum and Dad. Jen is not allowed to go back to work, cuz' this vacation has been seriously awesome.
That's all I got, besides these here lyrics from Clutch:
Won't you come over and stay for a while?
Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time.
Turn on the TV. I believe it's prime time.
I'll make you chicken cacciatore in five.
There's a woman down at 314 who can't keep the stains on her
kitchen floor
clean.
And there's a man who's been knocking on his own door for three
years, or has
it been four?
I-i-yi-yi-yi don't want to spend the winter in this house all alone.
Those neighbors of mine keep coming over and playing with my
mind.
I would like to love ya, I sure would treat you right,
We could take the trash out every Thursday night.
Here in my neighborhood there is the strangest thing -
green buckets every Friday at every driveway.
They're filled with glasses, plastics and newspapers too.
They say they recycle and bring them back to you.
I would like to love ya, I sure would treat you right,
We could take the trash out every Thursday night.
We could be a family, consume many goods.
We could be the pillars of the neighborhood.
Ah babe, I'm a real hard worker. With the proper tools.
I'll make you anything you yearn for.
The barbarians are at the gate, come in before it's too late.
I have food enough to last the two of us about a year.
One thousand cans of chowder and one thousand cans of beer.
I love my neighbors like I love my own brothers,
but every year they are getting odder and odder.
I would like to love you. I sure would treat you right,
We could take the trash out every Thursday night.
We could be a family, consume many goods.
We could be the pillars of the neighborhood.
Slag OFF!
*exeunt n' fleurish*