At The Ripe Old Age of Twenty-Two...
...I just became that curmudgeonly old lady. Upon hearing a shrill, giddy cacophony right outside my building, I peeked outside my window only to discover a large gaggle of young folk hootin' and hollerin' on a school night. I just shook my head with the utmost of irritation and muttered under my breath, "God Damn teenagers."
posted by Beezle @ 12:20 AM
3 Comments:
I know the feeling. I actually have considered stealing the neighborhood kids' basketballs when they dribble them on the street late at night.
The neighborhood kids spend their days teasing Polly Peters and loitering in old lady Ward's yard. Darn whippersnappers.
Well, I understand why they tease Polly Peters. She wears a back-brace and should be renamed "Pimple Peters." Awwww, snap.
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