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i hate having the hiccups because it makes your whole head feel like it's going to explode.
oy! so a bunch of mid-40 year old men in ugly khaki shorts have sat around their home owner's association table and decided that our yard is absolutely distasteful AND have gone so far as to write us, not one, but three letters of "helpful reminder" that we have a life, thus.. we don't have time to clean up the yard.
yes! we're the creepy, oddball family who never goes to the community functions and has rumors passed around about us!
oh man, if only the story stopped there. my family and i took an entire day to mow the lawn, clean the weeds and whatnot so the yard would look good for these men and their need to control the universe. but no! they are the parents from hell and nothing is good enough for them. they sent us more letters telling us to get our asses in shape otherwise they'd "take immediate action." now really, you evil suburbian men, what are you going to do? i can see it now: a group of ugly, sweaty fat guys standing around telling my father that he needs to stop working to support his family and pay for the house. instead, he needs to work on the yard or they'll evict us.
god the irony! it kills.
oh and someone ran into our mailbox a while back, causing it to fall off the stand and they've got their underwear in bunches over that as well.
seriously, what are they going to do? build a fence around our yard? sweeeet. i can sunbathe all i want then. oy, you fat men, why don't you take your sticks out of your asses and clean up our yard with them?
my my, i never thought i'd live to see the day that i'd actually team up with my family for a cause. but this is just too damn funny to resist.
oy! so a bunch of mid-40 year old men in ugly khaki shorts have sat around their home owner's association table and decided that our yard is absolutely distasteful AND have gone so far as to write us, not one, but three letters of "helpful reminder" that we have a life, thus.. we don't have time to clean up the yard.
yes! we're the creepy, oddball family who never goes to the community functions and has rumors passed around about us!
oh man, if only the story stopped there. my family and i took an entire day to mow the lawn, clean the weeds and whatnot so the yard would look good for these men and their need to control the universe. but no! they are the parents from hell and nothing is good enough for them. they sent us more letters telling us to get our asses in shape otherwise they'd "take immediate action." now really, you evil suburbian men, what are you going to do? i can see it now: a group of ugly, sweaty fat guys standing around telling my father that he needs to stop working to support his family and pay for the house. instead, he needs to work on the yard or they'll evict us.
god the irony! it kills.
oh and someone ran into our mailbox a while back, causing it to fall off the stand and they've got their underwear in bunches over that as well.
seriously, what are they going to do? build a fence around our yard? sweeeet. i can sunbathe all i want then. oy, you fat men, why don't you take your sticks out of your asses and clean up our yard with them?
my my, i never thought i'd live to see the day that i'd actually team up with my family for a cause. but this is just too damn funny to resist.