The tears over my flowers are long gone. Ima plant some new ones and be the talk of my suburban utopia. Hide and watch. As far as my gay sex in restrooms go; I leave that to my wife.
nope, because I have a lawn thats well on its way to becoming the neighborhoods best, but you can park it right on the street.
Excellent! Hey if I have to abide by another form of government, I might as well run the motherfucker. Bribery and kickbacks are my friends.