Not too many days ago all the cars at Little Iran were gone. Poof! for months they sat packed tight to each other in the carport, three of them and one on the street that moved ever so often. There is, The Greeter, his wife but there are others there. You hear them on occasion. like when they had missionaries over for dinner that turned out to be the main course. I guess the missionaries ended up skewered for the barbie. They burn everything on the barbie, it's as if it was sacrificed food. "How you like the chicken? Burnt? Yeah great isn't it."
Well the Muslim Brotherhood is back, their bombs planted, they are waiting for the right moment to make the call and set them off. Wally and I are pretty safe, unless of course they find out I'm writing about them and then I'm sure a fatwa will be sent out for our immediate murders.
They are very strange people from Iran, friendly one time, not so much the second and after the third, a bit rude. It could be there next to queers and so feel they will be sullied by our close proximity. We do have a lot of fun and I think Muslims are against fun when they try to kill little girls for seeking knowledge.
We almost had a terrible accident yesterday, Mom was over, there's a slight flaw in the boyfriend, he's loving, giving, a democrat, has money, a house but apparently isn't into sex all that much. Mom was set to find a flaw and did, so she was getting drunk in the back yard with the rest of us. Popping beers like she does her sleeping pills she decided Mexican Monkey had to trim the back fence. Not a good idea because if the the little guy fell to the west he would end up in Iranian territory and possibly captured then held for ransom. Of course we wouldn't pay it and then they would send monkey parts to us until he was cut up like packaged brownies. If he fell east then the Israelis would have him, worked to death for little money and then cheated out of that, they wouldn't bother with ransom, he would be put in the alley when through with working him to death.
I did intervene and peppered her with questions about the quality of sex with the new Bo. Apparently quality isn't a problem, there is not much going on from that front to begin with. There is no quality, or quantity and so Mom as gained seven pounds, ate three chocolate donuts while here and her weight in beer. Mom likes her sex raw and kinky and ain't no amount of money to make up for that. At least Mexican Monkey is safe. He cleaned out the chicken coop today and started another batch of compost, Such a good monkey he is and a good thing I stopped Mom from having a little fun at his expense for if he did get on the ladder to cut the hedge, he would have surely fallen at his peril.
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