My closest neighbor is about a quarter- mile away, and happens to be my ex-girlfriend.
Yup, when she packed up her shit and moved out, she got no farther than the next house down the road.
So now when I'm out on my front porch of an evening, sippin jim beam and playing my banjo, I get to see her dumb, annoying, too-fuckin' serious "nothings ever good-enough" nagging ass driving back and forth in her raggedy-assed pickup truck.
She could well be hog tied and kilt over there, for all I give A fuck.
But I imagine that if Clown had shown his shiny grease-paint covered smart-ass over there, then I'd have heard the shootin'.
But then again, if he'd of went to her house and knocked on the door and pulled that creepy no talking business on her, then she could well have invited him in, thrown her head back in full jackass bray, and commenced to talkin' untill his ears bled.
The woman does love the sound of her own voice.
Matter of fact, she could well have run him out of these parts forever, just talked so damn much that he decided to go somewhere where the pickin's are A little less....Annoying.
there could be a possibility she's actually banging the clown
maybe she told clown in question her banjo playin' ex lives next door and told clown to go get his flippity flopity shoed self over onto ya porch knowing you don't fancy clown types
But i'm not setting up any cameras or taking any pics, because if he comes back, and I blast him, then that right there is whatcha call "Exhibit A " for the prosecution.
And I'm afraid that shooting might not do it, but that I'm gonna hafta stake im, decapitate him, and immoliate him, and spread the ashes someplace far away.
fair point. but if he got to you first, it would make for a good filum
Instead of Paranormal Activity it could've been Carnival Activity.
anyways keep loaded and keep us posted