Just so long as you don't send them back with the shovel. Remember how that went with the 'other' items left in your yard.I'm so outta shape that when I answered the door in my white t-shirt and white kitchen apron the neighbor kid poked me right in the stomach. "Oh gee, I'm sorry Mr. Hydro, I though you was the real "Pillsbury Doughboy" there for a second!
I will not be throwing his baseballs back when they land in the yard!
Yes, and how times change! He now has a tiny filthy white yappy little mutt which is deathly scared of me and won't even come through the fence, the pool is green and full of screechy frogs and green muck, his "privacy stockade fence", once an interesting trajectory problem, is un-privately laying down in sections and his devil spawn offspring are now plying their trades downtown instead of home... Yup, another example of the benefits of a pothead life!
