Every year they’re gone just long enough to get used to the quiet. And then they have to come back and ruin it.
Get offa my lawn.
UPDATE: Goddamned kids.
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Damn kids.
What? What? YOU were never a kid?? Give a KID a break!!
Tell me about it.
Oh, I was a kid. And I barfed on people’s lawns, too.
It just means I was an asshole as well as a kid.
Meanwhile, I can’t wait until summer is over so the obnoxious screeching children in my apartment complex will have to stop “playing” “soccer” in the courtyard, and their obnoxious parents will stop “socializing” til all hours of the night (i.e. 3:30am) on WEEKNIGHTS. God, I need to move.
I have to work at a public university. I can’t begin to tell you the senseless shit I put up with.
I feel your pain, Lauren. I honestly do.