Okay, I'm sitting here in my BassPro camouflage easy chair watching Fox News with my front door open and the lesbian couple across the street are pissing me the fuck off.
Not because they're gay - I'm from Kalifornia, remember? - but because they are assaulting my senses with 70s disco. Disco? I didn't even like that shit in the 70s.
I went over and politely (really) asked them if they would kindly turn it down. Apparently they have a party scheduled later and have started drinking a little early. They did agree and did turn it down for about 20 minutes. Then it crept back up to it's original level of disturbing.
All right, Motherfuckers. It's on now.
Tonight your party guests are get serenaded by coyote howls, dying rabbit screams and coon squalls.