freaky deaky

[myellipsis]

i took the kids out shopping today, and came home fairly after the time donny usually gets home from work. the house was empty. while unloading groceries from the car, i hear someone drive up rather slowly and look over to see who it is. it's donny? a guy wearing black, same stature, same face, same tattoos..but in a white car. after i got a good

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[citta]

that still doesnt explain the amish beard and sunglasses.

[myellipsis]

yeah, tell me about it. should i be frightened that some lunatic stranger who lives down the street is driving by in disguise, slowing down and waving to me. what the fuck? sure, i believe my husband, but honestly..i feel like fucking billy madison seeing penguins and shit.