They go from one end of our cul-de-sac to the other. I'm worried some neighbor is in the process of losing their house.
Nope... I finally realize: they're bloody playing "Jingle Bells" on their horn. Spreading season's joy and greetings on the longest night of the year.
Does me no good, considering I've had a full month of increasingly bad news, the worst news of my life. But at least no one in the neighborhood is dead, I reckon. Statistics: Posted by SouthernFriedInfidel — Sat Dec 22, 2012 12:31 am
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