I have some sociopathic neighbors who think it’s fun to set off fireworks until well after 10 or even 11:00.
Here’s a suggestion, meatheads: if you like the sound of bombs so much, why don’t you take yourselves to Afghanistan, or even better, Iraq.
And as for the loud-mouthed punk who was on Route 28 tonight and pulled in to one of those low-rent condos by the dump: I’m really REALLY sorry I didn’t make life better for the rest of us by following you the rest of the way home and crushing your ignorant, worthless ass into a blob of insensate protoplasm – sort of like the goo that sloshes around in that Neanderthal skull of yours.
Then again, I’m glad I didn’t soil my new truck.