that's a tough one. is the tree dead from homemade-ninja-star scars or beer piss?
I cant get close enough to tell.
edit - oh, and the dad is a mail man, for what thats worth.
well, can you not get close enough to tell because you're worried about ninja star scars or because you haven't had enough beer yet to pee?
hmm. it's probably a case of cross-breeding. i'm sorry, drool, but you have redbillies.
Redbillies? I thought those were Chinese farmers?
He had a busy day of shredding everything in sight.
no reporters yet?
have you prepared your "he always seemed like a normal guy, just kind of kept to himself" quote? (alternately: "he always creeped me out. birds stopped roosting in our trees when he moved in")
yeah, go the other way. like, "i spent so much time listening to him talk about ripping off everyone. i just thought he was kidding."