You know what makes you feel really, really SUPER old? Hearing a tween rendition of “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” on the Disney Channel. Why? Because now WE’re Carl and Mr. Vernon, and not the brain, athlete, basket case, princess or criminal.
I was under the impression we had an agreement as to the location of your primary residence. That agreement being that you would reside OUTside my house and I, in turn, would not then smush the hell out of you. I realize that it has been unseasonably rainy and that your premises may indeed be flooded… that, however, is not my problem. Please refrain from entering this dwelling or I will continue to take action on your so-called “scouts.”