License plates: I am a bad person, I lost them all.
Cop Arrivals:
(That I’ve seen)
Arrived home from Pennsylvania (August 29th?) 3 cop cars
Distinctly heard, “My baby’s in that car”
Retort, “no it isn’t, it’s in the house”
“I know, I just don’t want them to come back”
cops arrive within a minute
neighbor next door (right next door – grunt man) also outside….we are both perplexed, confused, and interested. There is a reason I love the movie The Burbs. Seems like a domestic call though and not drugs as one would assume, also neighbor lady wore terrifyingly short shorts in which she picked an enormous wedgie in front of male cop…not enticing to any sex. What the hell is going on over there?