There was a suspicious individual lurking in Becca’s neighborhood last week. Apparently he was doing “yard work” for the young couple across the street, but he certainly didn’t look like a working professional, and he smelled like you-know-what! 🥬🤣 The Brekenheigham Village Police certainly told him what’s what.
I mean what else can I do other than sit back and laugh at the mockery you’re doing to our beautiful cul-de-sac? If I didn’t actually live here I’d assume you were running a little section 8 operation. Anywhooo toodle peaches. I’m out a jog, i’d invite you but no one wants to see those orthopedic stompers you claim “are medically prescribed.”
A jog? How brave of you to terrorize the sidewalk like that—please let the squirrels know you’re coming so they can evacuate. And sweetie, these ‘orthopedic stompers’ have done more steps than your clearance Skechers ever could—bless their overpronated little hearts. Now run along, darling. The cul-de-sac doesn’t need your cardio—it needs taste, and you’ve been out of breath from that for years.