This afternoon I heard Helga yelling at and lecturing somebody in the side yard. The shade was over the window so initially I could not see who she was yelling at but it sounded like one of the children had done something naughty and was now suffering the wrath of Helga. She was looking especially scary today with multiple tattoos visible, shorts a fit young college girl should have been wearing, a tank top, and the required cigarette in her mouth/hand.
It all began with Helga yelling, "I"m furious", followed by, "You had no right to do that. I'm fucking pissed." Nice language for our quiet little neighborhood. The next sentence was "Why did you use her phone to call Joe?" At this point I became curious about who exactly was at the receiving end of this altercation. I opened the door quietly and saw that she was yelling at Rat-A-Tat in the same manner that she had about a month ago when she caught him riding the child's bike.
I was rather shocked that he had once again pissed off the scary smoke breathing dragon he for some reason lives with despite his previous humiliation. She continued, "This has nothing to do with Joe and Five Drinks, it is between you and her mother and her brother." Now I don't know what the issue was that concerned these people or why poor Joe had been forcibly made aware of the situation through the unauthorized phone call on Five Drinks phone. It was apparent that Helga was very upset about it and had decided to fix the problem for Five Drinks perhaps because she is not mature enough yet to yell.
As if this lecture wasn't emasculating enough Helga stood there and watched him call Joe and apologize for whatever he had told Joe about or done to Joe or whatever just like when a mother watches one of her children until they apologize to the other because they stole a stuffed animal. Joe did not answer but Rat-A-Tat left a voice mail in a very sheepish voice saying he needed to talk to Joe about something.
This all went to prove that not only does Helga wear the pants and the strap-on, she has no problem using it and doesn't even care if she uses any lube.
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
A New Version of the Penis Game?
Hello readers,
I want to briefly introduce myself as I make my first WTFN? post. My name is Suze and I am the summer intern here at WTFN? With JOSHO! gone for the summer doing activities with young children (read that as you will) it was decided that Wolfgang would require some additional assistance. So, I have agreed to work here for no pay. Essentially my job is to sit around the apartment, especially when Wolfgang is gone or sleeping and observe the neighbors. Earlier I was relegated to only taking notes and reporting to Wolfgang and JOSHO! but with JOSHO!'s absence and Wolfgang's recent lack of posts I have been given permission to actually write some things on my own. Anyway, enough about me, it's time to report on the most recent activities next door.
Early this afternoon as I was sitting on the side porch reading my magazine and enjoying my lunch I witnessed a few interesting events. First, there were two strange cars in the driveway which is surprising considering the number of vehicles that are regularly seen parked there. After they departed a young man and woman who could be most accurately described as white trash-y strolled up. They were inside for about 15 minutes and then both emerged holding open bottles of Miller Lite and proceeded to walk down the street. Mind you this is at about 1:15 pm on a Monday. I'm all for acloholic behavior but...
I returned to my lunch and article about Jay Leno when I was again distracted this time by a familiar tan sedan returning next door. Driven by Rat-A-Tat with Five Drinks riding shotgun it came to a stop and both emerged from the car. Immediately after exiting Rat-A-Tat shouted "GRAB MY COCK!" eliciting laughter from Five Drinks. At this point they were unaware of my presence. Five Drinks asked him where that came from to which he responded, "I dunno it just kind of bubbled up." They then walked onto their own side porch and as they reached the door Five Drinks said, "Do it again or I won't let you inside". The odd thing was at this point I know they were aware of my presence because Five Drinks was staring right at me. Rat-A-Tat then screamed "GRAB MY COCK!" again and was allowed inside the apartment where they could be heard giggling. Based on the behavior of the earlier guests I'm guessing they may have been fucked up in some way, or at least that's what I'm telling myself to explain their actions.
In any event, it appears the neighbors may have just invented a new version of a game I used to play as a child (read until last month when I graduated college) called the penis game. The only object was to yell penis louder than your opponent, preferably in a public place. It remains to be seen if GRAB MY COCK! will become a staple game next door or if it was just bizarre anomalous behavior.
grab my cock
I want to briefly introduce myself as I make my first WTFN? post. My name is Suze and I am the summer intern here at WTFN? With JOSHO! gone for the summer doing activities with young children (read that as you will) it was decided that Wolfgang would require some additional assistance. So, I have agreed to work here for no pay. Essentially my job is to sit around the apartment, especially when Wolfgang is gone or sleeping and observe the neighbors. Earlier I was relegated to only taking notes and reporting to Wolfgang and JOSHO! but with JOSHO!'s absence and Wolfgang's recent lack of posts I have been given permission to actually write some things on my own. Anyway, enough about me, it's time to report on the most recent activities next door.
Early this afternoon as I was sitting on the side porch reading my magazine and enjoying my lunch I witnessed a few interesting events. First, there were two strange cars in the driveway which is surprising considering the number of vehicles that are regularly seen parked there. After they departed a young man and woman who could be most accurately described as white trash-y strolled up. They were inside for about 15 minutes and then both emerged holding open bottles of Miller Lite and proceeded to walk down the street. Mind you this is at about 1:15 pm on a Monday. I'm all for acloholic behavior but...
I returned to my lunch and article about Jay Leno when I was again distracted this time by a familiar tan sedan returning next door. Driven by Rat-A-Tat with Five Drinks riding shotgun it came to a stop and both emerged from the car. Immediately after exiting Rat-A-Tat shouted "GRAB MY COCK!" eliciting laughter from Five Drinks. At this point they were unaware of my presence. Five Drinks asked him where that came from to which he responded, "I dunno it just kind of bubbled up." They then walked onto their own side porch and as they reached the door Five Drinks said, "Do it again or I won't let you inside". The odd thing was at this point I know they were aware of my presence because Five Drinks was staring right at me. Rat-A-Tat then screamed "GRAB MY COCK!" again and was allowed inside the apartment where they could be heard giggling. Based on the behavior of the earlier guests I'm guessing they may have been fucked up in some way, or at least that's what I'm telling myself to explain their actions.
In any event, it appears the neighbors may have just invented a new version of a game I used to play as a child (read until last month when I graduated college) called the penis game. The only object was to yell penis louder than your opponent, preferably in a public place. It remains to be seen if GRAB MY COCK! will become a staple game next door or if it was just bizarre anomalous behavior.
grab my cock
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