Ummm okay before I start my story here's some background info:
-There's a crazy old man that lives in my neighborhood. He usually stands out in front of my house and talks to my roommate's truck, and he wears a fanny pack and one of those trucker hats that says #1 Grandpa or something like that. I assume he's waiting for the bus because there's a bus stop next to my house but sometimes he stands there for hours.
-A large brick wall runs the entire length of my driveway on the left side.
So here goes: I come home from work REALLY early today, like 10:30 AM and as I am pulling into the driveway, I see the crazy old man standing really close to the wall at the bottom of the driveway with his back towards the street. He looks over his shoulder and sees my car pulling into the driveway and frantically runs out of the driveway while zipping up his pants. Then I see it: A large wet spot on the wall. The crazy old man was pissing in my driveway!! Not only does he talk to the truck, but he pees in the driveway. What a weird old man.
Stuff:
-I finished a really cool DIY t-shirt today. Tribute to the Rezillos hehe.
-Ma proprit n'est pas votre toilette.
-I have a mad crazy farmer's tan.
-I'm more feminine than 0RGA5M_D0N0R and he's jealous.
-I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
EDIT: Lebowski conversation I just had in my head:
DUDE: Walter, the geezer who peed on my wall, I can't go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about?
WALTER: What the fuck are you talking about?! The geezer is not the issue here dude! I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line you do not,-- also, Dude, geezer is not the preferred nomenclature, uh, old man, please.
also,
WALTER: That wall really tied the yard together, did it not?
DUDE: Fuckin A, man.
DONNY: And this guy peed on it.
WALTER: Donny, please!
EDIT: If UPS doesn't hurry the hell up with my digital camera, I'm gonna flip out like a ninja.
-There's a crazy old man that lives in my neighborhood. He usually stands out in front of my house and talks to my roommate's truck, and he wears a fanny pack and one of those trucker hats that says #1 Grandpa or something like that. I assume he's waiting for the bus because there's a bus stop next to my house but sometimes he stands there for hours.
-A large brick wall runs the entire length of my driveway on the left side.
So here goes: I come home from work REALLY early today, like 10:30 AM and as I am pulling into the driveway, I see the crazy old man standing really close to the wall at the bottom of the driveway with his back towards the street. He looks over his shoulder and sees my car pulling into the driveway and frantically runs out of the driveway while zipping up his pants. Then I see it: A large wet spot on the wall. The crazy old man was pissing in my driveway!! Not only does he talk to the truck, but he pees in the driveway. What a weird old man.
Stuff:
-I finished a really cool DIY t-shirt today. Tribute to the Rezillos hehe.
-Ma proprit n'est pas votre toilette.
-I have a mad crazy farmer's tan.
-I'm more feminine than 0RGA5M_D0N0R and he's jealous.
-I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
EDIT: Lebowski conversation I just had in my head:
DUDE: Walter, the geezer who peed on my wall, I can't go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about?
WALTER: What the fuck are you talking about?! The geezer is not the issue here dude! I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line you do not,-- also, Dude, geezer is not the preferred nomenclature, uh, old man, please.
also,
WALTER: That wall really tied the yard together, did it not?
DUDE: Fuckin A, man.
DONNY: And this guy peed on it.
WALTER: Donny, please!
EDIT: If UPS doesn't hurry the hell up with my digital camera, I'm gonna flip out like a ninja.
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A few years ago my wife and I lived in Rosewood apt.s here in McVegas and there is this really creepy older guy who lives over there (still does, I see him around town) who walks all over town talking to himself, to Coke machines, to the air. Crazy, ya dig?
So late one night at Rosewood my wife and I were just laying down for the night when we hear this strange noise outside our window. I got up to look outside and see what it was and it was creepy dude walking back and forth on the drive in front of our window taking exactly the same path each time and screaming the exact same line of incoherent gibberish each and every time.
Well, after about 30 mins. of that shit I got tired and a little disturbed so I called the cops. I watched out the window as they pulled in and he took off back for his building. They sat out there and talked for awhile and that was that, but it was fucking weird man.
Oh, and the way I know he talks to Coke machines is I literally came out of Wal-Mart one day and saw hime talking to a Coke machine he was trying to use. Apparently there was some issue with the Coke machine trying top read his thoughts.
You gotta love McMinnville, man.
-Josh