The other day I was walking around the room in my underwear when I noticed that my window shutters were open. That's not a big deal, in itself, because I'm on the second floor and the street I live on is one of those wide, silent deals you get in a neighborhood full of old people with money. But then I noticed a kid at the window of a house across the street, and this kid was standing perfectly still, staring out at me.
I ducked into the other room and grabbed my miniature binoculars, so as to spy back at him/her from behind the curtain. Naturally I was panting with the thrill of one-upmanship, crouched at the window, and it took a minute for me to focus clearly on the right spot. When I finally did, I saw that it wasn't a kid at all. It was a child-sized Santa doll with a fluffy white beard and a well-detailed velvet suit. Its little hat was perched at a jaunty angle, and it grinned out at the street with bright red cheeks and glistening eyes, hands resting contentedly on its round stomach.
I know. This neighborhood is so sick.
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Whatever happened to the girl across the street who'd dance around naked? Or something like that? It IS a sick neighborhood, yo.
I'm pretty sure she moved back to the Southlands from whence she came. HORSE PEOPLE, you know what I'm saying.
I don't even know what I'm saying.
This is so funny and insane and thank you for sharing.
*laughing*
Perfect and brilliant - all at once!
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