Wednesday, October 25, 2006

HOLY FLAMING POOP BATMAN!!!

So, this humorous little tale happened to my husband a few nights ago. Imagine- you are laying on the couch relaxing and watching tv when suddenly someone rapidly rings your doorbell 5 times. It is 10pm so you are curious as to who it would be. You go to the door and open it to see a bunch of teenagers screeching off in a little car and a little paper bag sitting on your porch...ON FIRE!!! Being the Adam Sandler aficionado that you are, you realize that this fiery package probably contains some sort of animal feces and decide it would be wise to not try stomping it out with your foot and instead kick it off the porch and let it burn out before cleaning up the remains. This is where I came in, seeing the smoldering contents of the package and getting my dear husband some paper towels while chuckling to myself. Yes, I could have been angry at the obnoxious twirps who left the conflagrant bag of waste on our doorstep, but instead I found it quite hilarious. My sweet husband found it silly that the teenagers did not at least wait around to see our reaction to the burning baggy, which he explains is the whole point of doing it in the first place. The only part that annoyed me was the horrible smell that pervaded the house for the rest of the night. I'm still perplexed as to why those childish teens did that to our house though. We have no enemies here and we are at the end of a long windy road, I don't see why they drove all the way down here to our house when it would have been much easier to go somewhere else, especially since we live next to 2 police officers lol! Ah well, the follies of youth!

2 comments:

Michelle said...

Oh my word! That's so bizzare the someone would do that to you where you haven't even lived there that long. Maybe it was meant for the previous house owners. I'm sorry though! You handled it better than we would have, we would have been mad.

Barb said...

I doubt you were targeted.. but imagine if they'd done that at the cops house! LOL.