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So, I called the New Gestapo. . .
That’s what I call the Neighborhood Association. I phoned them about said “DEAD” plant. Of course I got no satisfaction. If I really want to feel better, I should just go outside and pull the damn plant out manually and … Continue reading
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Tagged Bizarre, dead, fish, fry, gestapo, Health, Humor, job, lawn man, little guy, neighborhood assoc., Recreation, squealer, Toilet paper, Toilets, United States, World War II
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The Oracle Of Ahwatukee . . . 