Hearing voices.

In this post: The slobs next door.

Holy crap. I’m hearing voices. About an hour ago I’m sitting here at my desk in the study and I hear a couple of men talking. At first I can’t figure out where the sounds are coming from ... did I leave the TV on? Are there two really stupid burglars in the garage? WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE? And then I realize the voices are right outside my window and a there’s a realtor dude showing the house next door because our neighbor is in foreclosure (oy) and they’ll be moving out any day now.

Incidentally, while I don’t like to speculate about such things, it’s entirely possible that the aforementioned neighbor lost his house because he was too lazy to pay his damn mortgage. For the last six years he’s also been too lazy to mow his damn lawn, pick up his damn newspapers and take in his damn garbage cans.

By comparison, every other house on the block — especially Howdygram headquarters — is a FREAKIN’ PALACE, and I’m pleased to offer the following photo (also courtesy of Google Earth) into evidence.

Sam should be home from work soon, which is a good thing because I’m bored and want somebody to play with. Thank you for reading this.