Since Sunday afternoon, there has been a huge pile of tree branches in our yard, and it's beginning to bother me. By huge I mean HUGE, I’m talking eight feet high, twenty feet long, and at least six feet wide. “How did this pile of useless lumber get there?” I hear you ask. Well it started a week or so ago when a dude from the city came and told us that the branches on the trees in our front yard had to be at least fourteen feet of the ground. He informed us that we had one week to cut the branches or the city would hire somebody to do it for us. (Not cheap) I would like to point out that city also required us to put these trees in our front yard about ten years ago. We refrained from telling the guy from the city this, even though its irony factor was very high.
Also I recently found a cassette from a band called EMF. The name was vaguely familiar so I popped it into my car stereo system and it turns out that it’s some sort of early nineties rock/surreal/new wave thing it’s not bad, but it’s definitely dated. It did, however give me an idea for a story that involves minivans and timetravel.
You stole my stereo
You stole my cheerio's
You stole my G.I. Joe