No wait.. we may still have mail...
That's it, I'm officially dubbing my neighbor "Grandpa Death". Today I caught him standing in front of the mailboxes just staring at them, like he was trying to will them open with his mind. This guy is as old as the hills and smells to high heaven, you have to hold your breath to go near him and whenever I went around him to check my own mail he kind of scampered off and disappeared, I think I broke his trance. Every night he beats on his door for like 5 minutes before he realizes it's locked and requires a key. I'm sure you're thinking "aw that's so sad" and that I'm a complete dick for making fun of him but the guy is creepy old, not the cute senile old or hip full of piss and vinegar old, just creepy.
Bank of America sent me a platinum debit card, now I'm big ballin.
Bank of America sent me a platinum debit card, now I'm big ballin.