Sittin' on the porch, lightin' up the pit, consuming the Bloody Mary and I hear a stream of obscenities coming from nearby. :wtf: is that? I knew my neighbor across the street had been irrigating his front yard in a peaceful fashion, or so I thought. Obscenities continue and there is the neighbor cussing his garden hose :eek:. I unplug the charcoal lighter, plug in the boom box, put on The Best of the Spinners and cranked it. Even above the ghetto blaster I hear "Grow you POS!!" and the neighbor is beating one of his plants with the spray nozzle on the garden hose :eek:. "I need another cocktail" I says to myself. I snacked waaayyy too much on the goodies off the grill, barely had enough room for a Linguicia sandwich :lol:.
lunches be good for the rest of the week :D.
