johnlarson66
These Pandas Rock
Old man Larson hears the noise coming from the house down the street.
"**** renters", he exclaims. "Why couldn't the Johnsons just sold their place instead of renting it out to that trailer trash", he says to his wife who has heard this all before. She nods while not really listening.
"How many times are they going to play Sweet Home Alabama?, don't they have anyother CD's?"
John looks over their way, he smiles and waves. He sees some people he knows. Knows from days gone by. He is saddened by the tragic turn their lives have taken. He does his best to be polite and just hope that they do not end up in his yard.
"What beautiful young ladies they were, now look at them, and hanging out with Canadians of all things." he says, but his wife has already tuned him out.
He reaches for his hose.
"**** renters", he exclaims. "Why couldn't the Johnsons just sold their place instead of renting it out to that trailer trash", he says to his wife who has heard this all before. She nods while not really listening.
"How many times are they going to play Sweet Home Alabama?, don't they have anyother CD's?"
John looks over their way, he smiles and waves. He sees some people he knows. Knows from days gone by. He is saddened by the tragic turn their lives have taken. He does his best to be polite and just hope that they do not end up in his yard.
"What beautiful young ladies they were, now look at them, and hanging out with Canadians of all things." he says, but his wife has already tuned him out.
He reaches for his hose.
