Baujahr!

I don’t know if it would be a terrible thing, or totally refreshing, to actually, off the top of your head, know exactly who just melted your house.  Like, no questions, it was that jerk Terry from up the hill.  He’s always been looking in your window, coveting your stuff.  He ‘borrowed’ your barbecue tongs that one time.  Did you ever see those again?  Of course not.  And then he makes those comments about your trash cans, and criticizes your shrubbery.   You know what, Terry?  Bite me.

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