Jul 25 2005
reporting live from the crack pipe apartments
“what do you need the phone for josie?” a man yelled
“i need to fucking call people so i need the fucking phone,” some woman i assume to be josie screamed.
sound of phone crashing into the bitches er, bushes (thanks wolf).
“she’s the weirdest fucking bitch i ever fucking met,” the man muttered to himself, loud enough for me to hear.
now there’s someone on my patio with a lantern looking for their phone. i can’t help but laugh.
UPDATE:
Josie is now standing on the front lawn shouting “because i’m a worthless skank and a slut, he won’t even give me the fucking phone!”
now there is slamming of doors.
that’s high class entertainment. and to be honest, i’m a little jealous!
25 Jul 05 at 11:55 pm #you don’t get this kind of stuff in the snooty hills of burnsville.
25 Jul 05 at 11:57 pm #i would gladly trade you my house in the snooty hills of burnsville (and the roommates that come along with it) for your crack pipe prior lake apartment.
26 Jul 05 at 12:06 am #yeah, no thanks. i don’t play well with others.
do we need to go out to dinner or something?
26 Jul 05 at 12:12 am #oh, yes. we always need to go out to dinner.
26 Jul 05 at 11:49 am #Can I come too?
26 Jul 05 at 12:38 pm #Wendy, you’ll get your fill of crack pipes after your weekend in my neighborhood. I’ve got some new neighbors … phone-throwin’ types, they are.
26 Jul 05 at 4:49 pm #When did Prior Lake become Crackton? I naively assumed everything outside the donut was all unlocked doors and church picnics.
29 Jul 05 at 12:10 am #