My freakazoid neighbors!

Sometimes I do things just to get a reaction.
I'm not sure why this is, but I chalk it up to getting bored easily.
For example, when I'm in the check out line I look at the cashier and do this...



And I KEEP doing it.
For some odd reason it seems to bother them. Especially if they're older than me. I don't get it. I mean, don't people like it when other people smile at them anymore?

God...get a grip people!

This morning some asshole with Ohio plates rode my ass even though I was doing 60 in a 55 zone.
That is so fucking annoying.
So what did I do?
I slowed down to 45 when he couldn't pass and did this...


"WHEEEE!"

He seemed to get VERY upset because I was having a good time!
What a PRICK!

This past weekend was good.
Mr.Man and I did Boinga Boinga twice on Sunday and it was FINE!
Boinga Boinga always makes me less bitchy and so much happier. I can't help it. I know I can always take care of that myself but rubbing my body against Mr.Man and just tasting him and touching him and smelling him...oh yeah...SO much better!


"BOINGA BOINGA!"

Speaking of Boinga Boinga...Mr.Man spoke to the neighbors.
You know...



Yeah...them.
Anyway it seems that this couple met in church.
Great!
Like I need any more Jesus Police living on my street.
I guess it explains why they come in and out the back door so much. It's like they make a mad dash from the garage to the house so they aren't seen.
I saw this happen once when I was out back gardening...



They didn't even stop to talk to me.
Fucking weirdos.

OK...so anyhow Mr.Man talked to them and the guy is like our age...but his wife is like in her early 20s.
So I have decided to call them "Pedi" short for pedophile and "Moana"..well I'm sure you get that.

I'm an evil bitch ain't I?

Yeah...I think that Pedi spies on us too. I saw him looking through the blinds at us when we had friends over the other day for a few drinks.
I bet they don't touch the stuff.
Whatever...we had some drinks and then danced a little....



Like they've never seen intoxicated people dance before.
My neighbors are fucking kooks I swear.

So why do I get all the weird neighbors?
How come none of them are normal like me?

Well...I need to get busy.
There's all that damn housewifery stuff that needs done and Little Beatle has a banquet tonight. I have to make shit for it. On the bright side of things Tonto aka Jowl Woman and the Lone Ranger will be there so I'll have someone to make fun of.


"The Blonde Goddess is pointing and laughing at us! Do something Lone Ranger!"

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET THE LONE RANGER WEAR HIS HAT TONIGHT!
There was a concert for the kiddos Friday night and he didn't wear it. I was so disappointed.

Hehehehehehe....

I'll see ya tomorrow.