A Tall Tale by Henry Garnes
So our neighbours really hate us. Because we're renters, the noise, and our house probably brings down their property value. The couple next door has been trying to sell their house for sometime. I really hate the husband whom this cd is named after. The cover was originally going to have a picture I took of him kicking a four month old puppy that ran on his lawn. I was advised by my animal rights activist friends to come up with another cover idea.
Anyway A friend and I were coming up with ideas for a project she had to do for one of her classes for the art institute. I jokingly suggested that she make a life sized sculpture of Saddam Husein. That became the project that she worked on for the next three months, which resulted in a nearly failing grade.
I overheard the whore's abortion next door talking to one of the other neighbors about getting everyone else to sign a petition to have us re-sod our because we were bringing the property value down. I really hate this guy and as much as I'd love to see him get the hell out of the neighbourhood, I wanted to make the selling of his house the biggest pain of his life.
So I thought of my friend with the eight foot tall aluminum Sadaam Hussein statue laying on it's side in her one bedroom apartment on the hill. I knew that someone would try to destroy Amy's masterpiece, so I came up with the brilliant idea of slapping a U.S. mail stamp on his crotch and sawing two slits on his backside. It's a federal offense to tamper with a mailbox. We moved it on our lawn the night after the modifications were made, and the good people of our block woke up to a statue of an Iraqi dictator glistening in the morning sun. I even woke up extra early just so I could see everyone's reaction through the slits in our blinds. That was the greatest day of my life.
It all started with the neighbour across the street going out to get the paper picking it up and dropping as soon as he looked up. He ran inside the house and came back out with his cell phone calling the other neighbours. Within five minutes there had to have been 50 people on our lawn.
To be continued next week children.
So our neighbours really hate us. Because we're renters, the noise, and our house probably brings down their property value. The couple next door has been trying to sell their house for sometime. I really hate the husband whom this cd is named after. The cover was originally going to have a picture I took of him kicking a four month old puppy that ran on his lawn. I was advised by my animal rights activist friends to come up with another cover idea.
Anyway A friend and I were coming up with ideas for a project she had to do for one of her classes for the art institute. I jokingly suggested that she make a life sized sculpture of Saddam Husein. That became the project that she worked on for the next three months, which resulted in a nearly failing grade.
I overheard the whore's abortion next door talking to one of the other neighbors about getting everyone else to sign a petition to have us re-sod our because we were bringing the property value down. I really hate this guy and as much as I'd love to see him get the hell out of the neighbourhood, I wanted to make the selling of his house the biggest pain of his life.
So I thought of my friend with the eight foot tall aluminum Sadaam Hussein statue laying on it's side in her one bedroom apartment on the hill. I knew that someone would try to destroy Amy's masterpiece, so I came up with the brilliant idea of slapping a U.S. mail stamp on his crotch and sawing two slits on his backside. It's a federal offense to tamper with a mailbox. We moved it on our lawn the night after the modifications were made, and the good people of our block woke up to a statue of an Iraqi dictator glistening in the morning sun. I even woke up extra early just so I could see everyone's reaction through the slits in our blinds. That was the greatest day of my life.
It all started with the neighbour across the street going out to get the paper picking it up and dropping as soon as he looked up. He ran inside the house and came back out with his cell phone calling the other neighbours. Within five minutes there had to have been 50 people on our lawn.
To be continued next week children.
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sicknwrong:
Did you have to use THAT picute.
kizmet:
