so, my psycho vietnam vet neighbor to the east with active PTSD from 40+ years ago decides at 6:45 a.m. it would be a good time to mow his fukkin' lawn.... wakin' the wife on her day to sleep in.....
fortunately, my stepson and I spent $300 last night on fireworks, including the purchase of some "M-5000's", which are a small coke can sized m-80 on steroids.....
as he was mowing along the back wall of the DonkLand Compound, I lit one of these bastards and heaved it over the 10 f't wall about twenty feet behind where I could hear his mower.....
fukkin' thing went off and sounded like a goddam 1865 cannon.....
mower stops immediately, and dead silence ever since.....
I think the fukker is in full Nam flashback mode and trying to scale the f'n wall as I type this.....
waiting for the cops to show up, as well......
great start to the 4th, and at least my beautiful better half can now go back to sleep......