Tuesday, December 02, 2003

i just got done cutting grass (hopefully for the last time this "winter") and noticed a familiar smell of a different kind of grass wafting over from our upper-class neighbor's chicken coop. low and behold, our pre-teen gangster friends emerge, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. i thought about threatening to call the police on them if they didn't share with me, but then thought better and let sleeping dogs lie.

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