Back in the McGruff years of my youth, there were some songs my mother taught me in her efforts to mnemonically program me with safety procedures.
One of them went like this:
♪ ♫ If you fall off your bike ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ East of 166th ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ Go to Father Lovett's house ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ Cuz he baptized you ♪ ♫
[clap clap]
♪ ♫ He baptized you ♪ ♫
[clap clap]
As far as I'm concerned, that block is hallowed ground.
This turkey thinks otherwise.
This reminds me of that tasteless Halloween display, off 166th, from back in 2010.
I only call it tasteless because of the neighborhood consensus, but I didn't really have a problem with it.
Sure it was in bad taste, but it was creative.
I also don't have a problem with someone pissing on Christmas, but when you live 2 houses down from the St Jude's rectory, come the fuck on.
Don't make Father Rogerson drive by that shit.
-Neighbor out.
