The construction men with the reflective vests are on my street! They are congregating near my driveway! They have loud machines!
I think they are here to make me take my shirt off and then chase me!
The City of Minneapolis has sent them here, according to the signage. Their big machines are beginning to pound into the pavement. They are going to take the chunks of asphalt and throw them at me!
I just swore at them out my window really loud. It had minimal effect. I will try a different swear word next time.
I hope that R.T. Rybak sent them here to fix the Minneapolis crime problem. Maybe they’re going to bury my neighbor teens who wear do-rags and oversized white t-shirts who recently got into a fight in the middle of the street up to their necks in asphalt and then let traffic half-heartedly attempt to dodge them!
One of construction men is speaking in Spanish! I cannot understand him! This frightens me!
Now they turned their machines on! I am going to run outside to fight them before they hurt my cats! I regret nothing!
oooh, i think i have an idea for the cats vs your child. have the construction workers anchor put the cats’ feet in concrete. they won’t be able to jump into the crib anymore. plus, it’ll provide endless comedy as the cats attempt to adjust to the concrete shoes.
You have nothing to regret, Peter. You are doing a great job, just like Barack.
Looks like the terrorist have won……
Peter, it is pretty clear to me their plan is to make you do your spins.