Who Does That?

Sitting here, very chill… There’s a knock on the door. I get up, go to switch on my porch light/front door light… Nothing happens… Crack the door, see it’s the Pizza Guy.

Open the door, pay the dude for the pizza, look over to see if the light isn’t screwed in right… There’s no fucking light bulb.

Seriously?! The Fuck?

Close door, fume about missing light bulb.

Seems to me that there is no more proof necessary that I do, indeed live in the Ghetto, with fucking crack head neighbors, who will steal your light bulb…

So, to my neighbors, I say….

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