Once upon a time...there was a family who was enjoying such a peaceful, relaxing weekend trip... And then.....
All the children were dirty and the dog needed out...
The vandles continued to throw in the air...
Many rolls of TP thinking we would not be there.
The TP hung from the branches up above.
Of course they say it was all done out of love...
But up on the roof top...sat a table and chair...
And we already know how those things got up there...
Of course he could never have done this alone...
It became quite apparent his sis came along...
The Next morning came and we saw in the light...
All the things that they did to our house thru the night...
The TP draped from every tree, every branch...
As they wrote and they taped and they even had brunch...
But what to my wondering eyes should appear...
There now seems to be not one...but three chairs!
They made odd contraptions and hung huge ass signs
(Congratulations, it's a boy...it's a girl)
And they even took the children's car out for a ride...
They felt it was time that they pack up and bale...
Not before they decided the house was FOR SALE.
In their drunken state they committed a big sin.
They climbed up the antenna and hung the sit n spin.
The front yard was not the only place that was hit.
They wandered out back and sat with the gold fish.
Along the way they left their paper trail.
And then left the fish some glow sticks as well.
But what is this that is on our slider door...
Due to some of the language I won't share more...
But wait...we missed some... The campfire and light.
It was genius, we loved it, but somethings not right...
When HOOTERS picked my house for their amature night!
You see, a 4 person crew decided to hit our house due to an ongoing payback that we had going. We were gone camping for the weekend but little did they know, we came home every night to let the dog out and shower. Much to their surprise, we pulled up on them Friday night "doing the deed." We were fully prepared to be "hit" this weekend and sure enough, we were. We went in, showered, let the dog out, all while they continued on doing what they were doing. Granted, they had great ideas. But...GAME ON!
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of course...you guys crack me up:
nickles426@sbcglobal.net
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