Autistic Pride Day...
is kind of a disappointment, here. I intended to celebrate in an appropriate way, by unplugging the land-line phone and turning off the cellphones (I disconnected the doorbell back in November of last year.) while reading a nice SF novel and drinking beer.
The cat changed my plans by asking me to go next door, where I saw that the former neighbors, who've just moved out, left their trampoline in the back yard. Woot Hoot, I thought, free trampoline time, on Autistic Pride Day, to boot!
Not so fast, Grasshopper! The annoying DYs in the McMansion behind the neighbor's place are having a pool party, with loud bad amplified music, and loud bad amplified shouting by the presumed owner of the place.
I hate yankees. They are loud, and rude, and overbearing assholes. If my great-granddaddies had had kalashnikovs, I might not have had to put up with my rude neighbors.
Hey! In vinas veritas! (I wrote *vinas* because I don't know the Latin for beer
The cat changed my plans by asking me to go next door, where I saw that the former neighbors, who've just moved out, left their trampoline in the back yard. Woot Hoot, I thought, free trampoline time, on Autistic Pride Day, to boot!
Not so fast, Grasshopper! The annoying DYs in the McMansion behind the neighbor's place are having a pool party, with loud bad amplified music, and loud bad amplified shouting by the presumed owner of the place.
I hate yankees. They are loud, and rude, and overbearing assholes. If my great-granddaddies had had kalashnikovs, I might not have had to put up with my rude neighbors.
Hey! In vinas veritas! (I wrote *vinas* because I don't know the Latin for beer
posted by Justthisguy at 3:20 PM
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Oh, thanks, Boq, for educating me. I just now made the mental connection.
Come visit over here; we have a big trampoline for aspie kid, and the only sounds you'll hear are the springs, your feet, and the local fauna.
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