It's late and I just looked out the window and saw a car almost hit Arnold, opossumus germanicus austriabodicus. This driver has no idea how close he came to a horrible death. Arnold stood in the middle of the road flexing his possum biceps and alternated giving the car the Memphis Salute (middle finger gesture) and pointing towards his 'Mom' tattoo as it sped away. He was livid! Didn't recognize the car so hopefully the driver doesn't live around here. If you drive a late model 4 door black or dark blue GM product like a Pontiac Grand Am, please be very careful coming around the corner. Actually, it's best if you stay away. Saltillo PD is VERY strict about drinking and driving. Appears that Arnold endorses this attitude.
This computer sits next to a window that overlooks the oak tree and the street corner. The car made such a tire squealing racket I naturally looked up. Damned idiot driver. The Chief of Police is my neighbor! Besides, there is the faction of opossumus clamsaucesicus berettamus that stays a few streets over. Late last night I heard possum shouts in the distance of 'Zeig Heil Mein Fuhrer' and 'Dichiarare Guerra El Duce' that had heavy Italian accents. Occasionally, you could hear a single, loud voice with a German accent. Want to know what this was all about? I think Arnold watched too many World War II movies over the Memorial Day weekend. Still a quandary as to where he's watching TV. Before leaving in the morning I am going to check and see if there is an extension cord going up that oak tree.
At least all's quiet on the Wisteria War Front and the cats aren't howling in pain. Now, another quandary. Should I tell him we kicked the Fascist and Nazi butts in WWII? Hmmmmmmmm. That revelation should slide...for now.
"I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person."
-Pogo, aka Walt Kelly
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