Oh, hey there to the fatso family shut-ins of my street. Nice to see you want to "get together" and kind of demand it/that on your terms you move your living room into the fuckin street for the night.
Oh so clever to obtain a permit and pick out your poison of douchie street blocking signs while you and a gaggle of the other n old asses sit in lawn chairs listening to spoon and drinking white wine.
After you went to bed, I pissed/lazered streamed the sidewalk chalked hopscotch inspired grid, into a blur.
And your children's illustrations....piss lasered em..
I also stole all your lawn chairs and kid toys that I have been kicking for the last three months.
After you fucks foreclose, I'm gonna pee on those nightly until some schmuck on the cl does me a deal.
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