The neighbors to the West of us, are a young childless couple in their late 20's. That must explain the Grim Reaper I've had to look at for the last two weeks.
Oh yeah, they ran right out and bought this God Forsaken thing the day I brought my pathetic little pumpkins home.
It's been like watching a drunk guy try to impregnate a woman, the whole Oklahoma wind thing. Here just watch what happens every day about 2:00, just like clock work.
Oh, oh, oh no...
Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin about baby!
Thumbs up!
I think not, you big vinyl eye sore, you inflated yard ornament of religious anxiety, you terrifyingly overpriced marketing flop. ($179.98 at Wally World, according to Not-a-dad ) You who care not that my view is marred by your plasticiness, that my dreams are invaded by images of glowing red Christmas tree lights, veiled in black rubber.
Then without fail,
as if pulled by an invisible line from a distance far away...boing!
G.R. is upright, with a tude. I don't care what the picture on the box looks like Not-a-mom, to my eye's (and the rest of the neighborhoods eye's) The Reap is shootin... da boid.
I'm willing to cut slack where slack is due. No kids, they don't really get the whole fun-scary, as opposed to scary-scary, thing yet.
But if your going to put a gigantic inflated thing in your front yard and call it "Decorating", it's only civility that would insist said gigantic plastic thing was not flipping off all the children...none of whom of course, are yours.
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