we’re in the new house.. pretty much settled.. its trash night.. i’m taking the bin out.. and i hear a rattling coming from next door’s gate.. i though “ahh! its one of the neighbours.. i should probably wave, say g’day and what..” you know.. just being vaguely friendly… so.. i look over..just in time to see him walk out.. well.. it took every ounce of strength and willpower i could gather to stop myself from collapsing into a giggle fit there and then… but i did manage to keep it together until i got back into the house..
so.. i have to ask myself (god knows i’m not game to ask him) “what kind of guy takes out the trash wearing just his underwear?” and no.. i’m not talking boxers.. green paisley print HAHAHAHA oh god, i am cursing the street light.. but wait.. this isnt the first time i’ve seen this guy on the street in his jocks.. nooo… the other day, he ran out of the yard, got in his car, and drove off… in just his underwear…
what have we done?? what kind of freaks are we living next to? ph33r the magnet..