Friday, January 22, 2010
Please, help. He's living in my neighborhood.
Walk by his window late at night and you will hear the low, steady slurping sound that is apt to chill you to the bones. Brave children say that if you can get on his front porch, you can hear him crunching Chix mix in his teeth. We know he does it because he gets fatter ever year. We see the killer's evidence on his chin and milk-stained shirt. We wouldn't judge him so much if he would just come clean. Tell everyone he has a problem. But no. Daily we see 1/2 a dozen milk bottles go in full and come out empty the next morning! It's cereal and we know it.
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