Well it sounds bad but I laugh at this ######ed kid who lives in the three storey walk up at the end of our street. Now, before someone jumps on me, let me explain. I laugh at him because about 50% of the time he is outside running up and down our street, he has no pants on. Or underwear. And, the kid has a hammer that'd put any pornstar to shame. Now normally I wouldn't laugh, but he's a really cute kid. Well mannered, delivers flyers up and down the street, always wants to shake your hand. Pretty funnly kid actually. What I find even funnier is that every time he is naked outside, he comes out of the apartment building that way. So that means he has de-robed inside and dodged his linebacker of a mother and bee-lined it for the great outdoors. And yes, I have resorted to blasting him with my hose to keep him away from me when I've been caught in the path of nakedness. Didn't work though because he thought it was pretty damn funny and tried harder and harder to get to me. I ran like a frightened squirrel.
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