Yeah...people like that make me
A few nights ago, I was struggling to go to sleep because of a scary TV show I watched. So I was laying my head down, and I heard talking. Slurred talking. Sure enough-drunk, idiot teenagers. They started stumbling around, and then got into CARS and started driving. Drunk. With a 7 year old down the street. They could've very well slammed into the houses and killed that poor child, not to mention the rest of the neighborhood, including his sister!
I hear cars pass by in the middle of the night all the time, but they aren't driven by 16 year olds high on booze and vodka. I wanted to call the police if it was later (or earlier) in the day, but for some reason my voice isn't convincing to people on the phone. They'll probably think I'm the drunk teenager.
And the whole "Our grandpa died" thing: if you try to breed a nun's dog and a dog with common sense? nun+sense=NONSENSE. My grandfather died too, but it didn't give me an excuse to be a holy terror back in second grade. (yes, he died when I was seven)
Protect your girls, call in the sheriff.
A few nights ago, I was struggling to go to sleep because of a scary TV show I watched. So I was laying my head down, and I heard talking. Slurred talking. Sure enough-drunk, idiot teenagers. They started stumbling around, and then got into CARS and started driving. Drunk. With a 7 year old down the street. They could've very well slammed into the houses and killed that poor child, not to mention the rest of the neighborhood, including his sister!
I hear cars pass by in the middle of the night all the time, but they aren't driven by 16 year olds high on booze and vodka. I wanted to call the police if it was later (or earlier) in the day, but for some reason my voice isn't convincing to people on the phone. They'll probably think I'm the drunk teenager.
And the whole "Our grandpa died" thing: if you try to breed a nun's dog and a dog with common sense? nun+sense=NONSENSE. My grandfather died too, but it didn't give me an excuse to be a holy terror back in second grade. (yes, he died when I was seven)
Protect your girls, call in the sheriff.
