There was a suspicious individual lurking in Beccaās neighborhood last week. Apparently he was doing āyard workā for the young couple across the street, but he certainly didnāt look like a working professional, and he smelled like you-know-what! š„¬š¤£ The Brekenheigham Village Police certainly told him whatās what.
I mean what else can I do other than sit back and laugh at the mockery youāre doing to our beautiful cul-de-sac? If I didnāt actually live here Iād assume you were running a little section 8 operation. Anywhooo toodle peaches. Iām out a jog, iād invite you but no one wants to see those orthopedic stompers you claim āare medically prescribed.ā
A jog? How brave of you to terrorize the sidewalk like thatāplease let the squirrels know youāre coming so they can evacuate. And sweetie, these āorthopedic stompersā have done more steps than your clearance Skechers ever couldābless their overpronated little hearts. Now run along, darling. The cul-de-sac doesnāt need your cardioāit needs taste, and youāve been out of breath from that for years.