This is a really funny place to live.

I seldom have afternoons at home to myself. On the rare occasion that I do, I always observe something tragically out of place in my neighborhood.

The other day I saw the neighbor boy walking down the street holding a dead cat by the tail. My fledgling parental instincts kicked in, and I yelled at the kid to put it down. Within the hour, animal control was there to dispose of the dead kitty. Apparenty, this kid is consistantly up to something nuts, because his parents didn’t seem the least bit surprised.

Today’s comes in the form of a child-molester ice cream van…

The guy that pilots this monstrosity could not have possibly passed a state driver’s exam. He flew down my street today at least 45mph… Mind you; my street is very curvy, and sometimes 20mph is pushing it. This doesn’t make a lot of sense considering that this enterprise is based on the peddling of frozen/sugary wares to the army of fat white kids in the area.

Oddly enough, it wasn’t his speed that caught my attention. I was drawn outside by the piercing sound of poorly synthesized christmas music. It took a minute for my brain to catch up with the fact that someone was sloloming down my street at a high rate of speed, to Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer.

Oh, to be a fly on the dashboard when this idiot gets pulled over.

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