so i get along really well with all of my neighbors. a few months ago a new couple moved into the flat upstairs. we always seem to crosspaths because they have to walk past my garden-oasis-patio to get to the parking lot.
he’s a muscle-guy complete w/ backwards cap and a soul-patch. she’s a waitress at hooters and is highly qualified for the position. highly.
each time he walks by he says hello w/greetings that have ranged from sport, bro, brother, buddy, champ, etc.
so tonight i was hanging out w/ buster and i think i was lauding buster’s puppiness when he walks by w/ his aforementioned backward cap and gym bag and he says, “hey homerun, how’s it going?”
homerun?
hearing it even made buster do that puppy-head-tilt-thing. dude, who says that?
after a few seconds of laughing to myself i realized that he can say whatever he wants because he’s rocking a hot hooter’s chick and i’m….well i have over 400 channels on cable…and a blog.
homerun, out!
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