Sometimes I feel like I should make a blog about how mine and boyfriends existence is really just to piss off Rick the Neighbor
And his poor unsuspecting wife Linda.
(Who we’re 90% sure is a mail order bride.)
Sometimes I feel like I should write it from Ricks perspective.
Like he’s Mr. Wilson to our Dennis / Denise the Menace
(Menise?)
“Howdy neighbor! How ya doin Rick?!?! Rick rick?! Rickyyyyy, R-Ick”
“BETTER IF I DIDNT HAVE TO SMELL ALL THIS DOG SHIT, LINDA, LINDA, LIIIIINNNNDAAAAAA, THE SCREAMER IS TALKING TO ME”