Reminds me of back when I had an apartment on the ground floor, that had a back door that led to a little patio. A whole four feet by six feet! They charged me an extra $25 per month because of it… I rarely used it, but when I did the upstairs neighbors would complain…
Imagine my surprise when, coming home late from work one night, I found those same neighbors using my little patio for a barbecue… and found that not only was I not invited, but they didn’t even want me to walk through their party so I could enter my own apartment through that door. But soon Karma had its way – the automatic lawn sprinklers came on and chased them away. Of course, they tried to blame me for the sprinklers even though I had no control over them…
The Reader Premium Member almost 3 years ago
They’re still watching! Do you think they know what we’re doing to their cat?
Pedmar Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Thank you for spelling “barbecue” correctly. If there were a “Q” in it, it would be pronounced “barbeck.”
Doug K almost 3 years ago
Soon to come – a higher fence.
William Bednar Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Either invite these two over or build a taller fence.
potfarmer almost 3 years ago
Creepy
artegal almost 3 years ago
I’m thinking a taller fence would solve the problem.
jel354 almost 3 years ago
I think this comic got Monty’s joke shipped to it by mistake.
raybarb44 almost 3 years ago
You would think……
Indianapolis Smith almost 3 years ago
No invitation unless you are a member of the cult, unless of course you are willing to make certain sacrifices…
schaefer jim almost 3 years ago
That how we spell it in Nebraska!
ferddo almost 3 years ago
Reminds me of back when I had an apartment on the ground floor, that had a back door that led to a little patio. A whole four feet by six feet! They charged me an extra $25 per month because of it… I rarely used it, but when I did the upstairs neighbors would complain…
Imagine my surprise when, coming home late from work one night, I found those same neighbors using my little patio for a barbecue… and found that not only was I not invited, but they didn’t even want me to walk through their party so I could enter my own apartment through that door. But soon Karma had its way – the automatic lawn sprinklers came on and chased them away. Of course, they tried to blame me for the sprinklers even though I had no control over them…
tvstevie almost 3 years ago
Try telling that to Eddie Murphy!
Treedodger almost 3 years ago
Barbecue is a sauce. It is prepared on a grill.
WCraft Premium Member almost 3 years ago
I tried that at a steak house once. The manager told me to get out of the kitchen and leave the restaurant.