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We completely love Superman and Mrs. Superman. We watch their house, they watch ours, across the street. Spying is what it actually is. When we were going to the race track this weekend, I didn't meet up with Superman all week to tell him. He knew it already, he couldn't go, but as reinforcement I taped a not to their door...."Gone to AMP, back Sunday morning."
Yesterday there was a kid festival in the street in front of our house, a Frisbee contest of sorts. We got back home today, I've got Red in the garage, jacking him up, ready to look like I''m addressing the caliper seal problem, and there's Superman standing in our garage. Time to bench race. He said, "Let me show you something about your house."
Okay, this has GOT to be news. We went out front and there's one of those flying ring things stuck on the roof. He said, they were having the Frisbee festival in the street and that thing landed there. Mrs. Superman happened to be coming down the stairs in their house at the time. She caught a glimpse out a window of kids with a long stick working on the front of our house, trying to get that thing down.
Mrs. Superman sprang into action, she rednecked them. She went outside and said, "HEY! Is THAT your property?!?! WHAT are you doing on that property? Go get your Daddy right NOW!!!!"
They scattered and ran down the street, never to be seen again. Until the next time. Which will probably be tomorrow.
Yesterday there was a kid festival in the street in front of our house, a Frisbee contest of sorts. We got back home today, I've got Red in the garage, jacking him up, ready to look like I''m addressing the caliper seal problem, and there's Superman standing in our garage. Time to bench race. He said, "Let me show you something about your house."
Okay, this has GOT to be news. We went out front and there's one of those flying ring things stuck on the roof. He said, they were having the Frisbee festival in the street and that thing landed there. Mrs. Superman happened to be coming down the stairs in their house at the time. She caught a glimpse out a window of kids with a long stick working on the front of our house, trying to get that thing down.
Mrs. Superman sprang into action, she rednecked them. She went outside and said, "HEY! Is THAT your property?!?! WHAT are you doing on that property? Go get your Daddy right NOW!!!!"
They scattered and ran down the street, never to be seen again. Until the next time. Which will probably be tomorrow.
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