They don’t realize how hard I had to work for them.
The trick is getting in and out of your neighbor’s backyard right after they hide them without being seen.
I went disguised as a bush, (Not a president, a real bush.)
Went well until I got to the neighbor with the bad-ass near-sighted dog who can’t tell the difference between a bush and a fireplug. I prepared for him and wore my Army Surplus Camouflaged Raincoat. Then I threw a bone into the bed of a passing pickup truck. He couldn’t jump inside but the bastard ran after it down the street. Dog Gone!
I hate Chihuahuas.
Later I took a dozen eggs that weren’t boiled to The Old Fats Home and passed them out. Funniest thing I ever saw in my life!
I can’t wait till next year. I’m gonna do it again. They won’t remember.
Hell, I didn’t even remember I did it last year.
Reminds me of the time our church group had a scavenger hunt and we came up with a bunch of leftover Easter eggs (all boiled, but a bit old). We didn't know what to do with them, so crossed the street to our junior high school and decided to throw them at the school. We had just about finished when we heard a jolly sound, "Hey boys, whatcha doing?"
To our surprise, it was the junior high school principal, Mr. Murphy, out for a walk at 9:30 pm! He had us by our gonads. With a big smile on his face, he walked up to us, eyed each one of us knowingly, and then said, "If you boys just pick up the eggs, it won't go on your record."
Deputy Dave Jenkins sets out to find the murderer of the local high school principal, aided by a voice from the grave that is sometimes helpful and sometimes misleading.
"Murder isn't usually this funny."
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To our surprise, it was the junior high school principal, Mr. Murphy, out for a walk at 9:30 pm! He had us by our gonads. With a big smile on his face, he walked up to us, eyed each one of us knowingly, and then said, "If you boys just pick up the eggs, it won't go on your record."
Sure glad those weren't raw eggs!
Bye, George,
Ron