Getting older, as we do, and doing things we do as we get older, as we
do, I woke up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night.
As I passed through the kitchen, I happened to look out through the
rear windows. I noticed a diaper-headed Muslim with a knife, sneaking
through my next door neighbor's backyard.
Suddenly my neighbor came from nowhere and smacked him over the head
with a shovel, killing him instantly.
He then dug a grave and put the body in it and covered it.
Astonished, I got back into bed.
Nanci said, "You're upset, what is it?"
“You'll never believe what I've just seen,” I said.
“That son of a bitch next door still has my shovel.”
The Son of a bitch next door...
Re: The Son of a bitch next door...
LOL, that would be me.