at 8:15 this morning i was ripped from a peaceful post-coital slumber by the sound of my g.d. landlady vacuuming the walking stones leading to the apartment. the noise in turn roused all of the neighbor dogs, from whatever they were quietly doing, into a barking frenzy. ug! saturday mornings were invented for one reason: sleeping. not vacuuming rocks. who vacuums rocks anyway?
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battlestarlet:
OH NO! MR. BOB HARRIS!
stompbox:
Heehee.