We have new neighbors, and they have brought a portable hot tub with them. Hot damn, you might say. You might even wonder how to get an invite. Well, Mr. Bitchford and I saw them yesterday. I swear to God the song Dreamweaver started playing, and I had a psychedelic vision. The couple looks a lot like Tom and Trina from that new show Swingtown. Yep. The moustache and all have moved right in. While I'm not up for sharing my man's tallywhacker with Trina, and I'm also not into having Tom's moustache tickle me in my tootlebug (I stole that from a friend), I would so watch from the comfort of my bedroom window. So, now we have Taye Diggs, Patrick Duffy, Ice Man, and Tom/Trina. My neighborhood is fucking famous!
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