by syaffolee


Dang it, the neighbors have started up that rapping “music” again. But this time, I’ve realized that this really isn’t something on infinite replay–they’re practicing. Is there some rapping contest somewhere that I don’t know about?

Except I think this is worse than having an amateur garage band next door.

(Or is something more sinister happening, like in that movie The Ladykillers? They’re not trying to cover up their tracks for robbing a casino, are they? Wait a minute. There aren’t any casinos here in the boondocks. Only the lotto stuff at the local gas stations.)