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I used to live on the top floor of a small house in the west end. We had a tiny front yard filled with various fungal species and a plum tree. The back yard had a healthy grape vine. A week after we moved in, our neighbour came and took all of our grapes. He offered us a small bowl and hazily promised some of the wine he was making which never materialized. We were young and we thought we were stupid and we couldn't say anything to him.

One night my roommate came home and our neighbour was trying to dig the large plum tree out of our yard. He broke his shovel before he got a chance to take it completely out. "These things are good to have," he said.

D was walking down the street the other day when a man passed him and sang, "My dick, dick, dick, dick, dickinyourass." D said the man was somewhat contrite when they met again in the convenience store. It's kinda fun to sing it to yourself though, especially at this time of year.

My dick, dick, dick, dick, dickinyourass.