I stepped outside to grab the mail and heard moaning. LOUD moaning. I look around and the crazy lady who lives across the street is humping her yard. No pants on (as usual), just going to town on her lawn. I turned around to go inside and as I locked the door, she jumps up, starts running through her yard and then proceeds to box the air.
I need eye bleach. I think she's a few fries short of a happy meal.
on Dec. 10, 2012 at 11:33 AM