But sometimes, your room faces the back, into an alley. And this is your view:
Hooray! It’s the Balcony Buddies, Roberta and Sammy, taking a smoke break after a long day of Elimi-Date re-runs!
Interested in what they’re looking at? Don’t be. It’s a rusted out Nissan Navara and some used-up 40-ounce bottles of Miller High Life.
Plus, my superior detective skills tell me that it’s very likely they’re stealing cable.
“Roberta, darling, why don’t we go to the theatre tonight?” ::BELCH::
And if that’s not bad enough, get this:
Okay, so like, you know Christmas morning? How you wake up and peek at the living room? And you get really excited because there are all these presents all over the place and one of them is probably the pneumatic staple gun you’ve been wanting?
Well, change “Christmas morning” to “Thursday, June 30th,” and change “living room” to “roof next door.”
And change “pneumatic staple gun” to “bags of dog poop,” also.
Roberta don’t like Charles Dickens. Hah! Burn on you.
Please abstain from posting pornography.
The sun be sinkin’ and I’m be crackin’ a 40 of Mickey’s, y’all.