http://www.wlwt.com/cnn-news/17782609/detail.html
Ummm.....
What parents are bringing charges against this elderly woman for taking their kids' football when they wouldn't stay out of her yard? This goes against the NATURAL LAW OF MR. WILSON:
This law states: If thou are under the age of 13, and engage in the dangerous gameplay of "taunt the elderly", you are likely to lose possessions and be told on for undue mischief. And for parents, those nosy neighbors are the same ones that will call you when your 15-year old just exited his window on a rope made of sheets. Unless you piss them off when your child is younger. Then, hey, none of their business.
It's part of childhood to have older neighbors yell at you some of the time and give you cookies the rest of the time. And it's always scary to know a distinctly cranky older person lives somewhere and you should avoid said property. It's a life lesson.
Ragamuffin 1: "What's that place?"
Ragamuffin 2:"That's ol' man Jenkins' place. You don't want to go there. He put kids in bottles like ships."
Ragamuffin 1:"oooooo. let's go around."
I mean, when I'm older and I have a bunch of punks around my property, I'm going to get into some creepy bathrobe and stand in the window staring until some lightning comes and illuminates me.
Heck, I might do that tonight!
Dave came home the other day. "Hey!" he said, "check this internet game out! It's like crack!" And, entranced by the opiate value of a game, I did indeed check it out. Hours later he asked, "What are you doing?"
"Playing farm hustle"
The next day. "What are you up to?
"Farm Hustle."
I know now I have problem. I want people to stop talking so I can better concentrate to match up the strange manga animals (I'm not sure I see any of those on any farm, maybe a Mars farm). You have to get 3 in a row. "It's just like bejeweled!" said my friend. I took great offense. "It's so better than bejeweled." I snarked. I was ready to throw down.
I guess just the name of the game should clue you in. Farm Hustle. It's a hustle, a racket, a dark seedy underground world where you can't sleep at 4 am cause you got the shakes and only a session of farmhustle will mellow you out.
Part of it is the sounds- they just pop. It's like popping bubble wrap- you don't stop until every ounce of potential air has been extinguished from its cruel plastic chamber. In the same vein, I want the crack farm animals to find their friends and pop away.
I even told my geeky friends, "It's like that episode of Star Trek The Next Generation, when Commander Riker gets addicted to the virtual reality game because it gives him a high every time he goes up one level." Man, that episode was a powerful afterschool special. Denying knowledge of the episode, (LIARS) They looked at me in horror and said, "first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem."
Special thanks to Chris over at Cute With Chris in passing the addiction to my boyfriend who passed it to me.
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