Two douche nozzles are causing a ruckus on the road in front of our house. We were thinking there was either going to be a drag race around the circle or maybe a knife fight or something like that.
We were watching out the window trying to decide if we wanted to invite Methuen’s finest to the party when they drove away.
Feel free not to come back. I’m tired and need some sleep and don’t want to be distracted, m’kay?
Inside the Red Head's Head 