Straight Line of the Day: With Everybody on Edge These Days, My Neighbors Really Dislike it When I… Posted by Oppo on 9 April 2020, 12:00 pm Submitted by Windbag: Straight Line of the Day: With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I… ___________
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I… flaunt my confident heterosexuality. Reply to this comment
… set up a table in the front yard to sell Frank J.’s books, my dba being “Fine Booksellers Everywhere.” Reply to this comment
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I… find myself in these times of troubles having Mother Mary come to me. Speaking words of wisdom, “Let Trump be…” Reply to this comment
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I… remind them loudly that it is Basil, not Basil. Reply to this comment
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I… tell them that Jeffrey Epstein did not kill himself. Reply to this comment
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I… point out their many flaws. Reply to this comment
…put my model of the fake Rock Ridge up in my back yard. The gangs are always cutting through their yard to work up a Number 6 on it. Reply to this comment
You do realize you are probably infected now and will die a horrible death and it is all Trump’s fault. Reply to this comment
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…blow kisses at them. …set up my drive-through scotch taped wood chips toilet paper stand. …pull a Radio Flyer down the street, calling out “Bring out your dead.” …roam the halls of my apartment block yelling out the days left of my imposed quarantine. …block the cul-de-sac, post entry rules: 1 Turn your head, 2 Cough. Reply to this comment
… host my Leper tailgates.
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I…
flaunt my confident heterosexuality.
… with their daughter.
How much for the little one?
… tell them they can’t claim toilet paper as a dependent.
…remind them that I still live next door.
…regale them with a 3 AM fence-top serenade. Music haters.
offer them Wuhan-style bat roast with pangolin sauce.
… set up a table in the front yard to sell Frank J.’s books, my dba being “Fine Booksellers Everywhere.”
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I…
find myself in these times of troubles
having Mother Mary come to me.
Speaking words of wisdom,
“Let Trump be…”
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I…
remind them loudly that it is Basil, not Basil.
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I…
tell them that Jeffrey Epstein did not kill himself.
With everybody on edge these days, my neighbors really dislike it when I…
point out their many flaws.
Two word: nude sunbathing
You do wear a mask and disposable gloves, right?
…and nothing else… !-) That way, my true identity remains a mystery
Gender identity?
That would be odd.
inform the authorities on their violations of social distance ordinances.
…______ in their general direction. (fill in the blank)
…do my Hyacinth Bucket routine.
…put my model of the fake Rock Ridge up in my back yard. The gangs are always cutting through their yard to work up a Number 6 on it.
And you’re collecting a whole load of dimes in the process…
…raid the fridge at 3AM…their fridge…
You do realize you are probably infected now and will die a horrible death and it is all Trump’s fault.
… honing my garage trash can drumming skills on the song Wipeout.
build a large wooden badger up against their privacy fence.
Possibly you should not have used pieces from the fence as materials.
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… use rolls of toilet paper as tiki torches in my backyard…
Only in Charlottesville…
TP their yard.
…blow kisses at them.
…set up my drive-through scotch taped wood chips toilet paper stand.
…pull a Radio Flyer down the street, calling out “Bring out your dead.”
…roam the halls of my apartment block yelling out the days left of my imposed quarantine.
…block the cul-de-sac, post entry rules: 1 Turn your head, 2 Cough.
… brag about being the head of the Tennessee Valley Authority.
Play “Free Bird” on my bagpipes; you’d be surprised how it works.
I invite the didgeridoo orchestra over to practice at my place.