Venice: In my own alley?
NOT. LOOKIT THIS CRAP.
Do you think this is a Venetian canal?
Are you riding in a gondola?
Do you hear sweet music?
No, bitch. Why, you ask?
There's a stretch of alleyway between where I reside and share with at least 5 other households/ families. And...
Every time it rains-- I'm not talking torrents, but OH, when it has-- there's this 75-foot stretch of alleyway that just simply CAN'T DRAIN A THANG.
Our garbage-cans float around, regardless of the filth within (can't help it- law of dumpy gravity), animals like cats and dogs that get out of their yards skirt this area like it's fucking moat (which it is) and cars going thru leave a nice wake....
What's going on? Super Dirt? Tree-roots? Bodies?
I've most recently gotten in touch with some streets n' sanitation dude. He says he's going to send an investigator to scope the alley.
Ooooh! A man in a trenchcoat. A super-private-eye. Coming to peruse the scene!
Dare I say that anything could possibly be done? I suppose that's all up to the monkey in the trenchcoat. Huh.
Do you think this is a Venetian canal?
Are you riding in a gondola?
Do you hear sweet music?
No, bitch. Why, you ask?
There's a stretch of alleyway between where I reside and share with at least 5 other households/ families. And...
Every time it rains-- I'm not talking torrents, but OH, when it has-- there's this 75-foot stretch of alleyway that just simply CAN'T DRAIN A THANG.
Our garbage-cans float around, regardless of the filth within (can't help it- law of dumpy gravity), animals like cats and dogs that get out of their yards skirt this area like it's fucking moat (which it is) and cars going thru leave a nice wake....
What's going on? Super Dirt? Tree-roots? Bodies?
I've most recently gotten in touch with some streets n' sanitation dude. He says he's going to send an investigator to scope the alley.
Ooooh! A man in a trenchcoat. A super-private-eye. Coming to peruse the scene!
Dare I say that anything could possibly be done? I suppose that's all up to the monkey in the trenchcoat. Huh.
posted by Lorelei at 7:24 PM
5 Comments:
Don't forget to scroll over the title. It links to a silly little "in m alley video" I done made.
What a great Chicago accent, you have!
I loved the part about how you got wet because that hotdog drove by. Is that really all it takes? Oh wait...You meant wet from the super-puddle, I guess.
And I'm thinkin' it's a dead cat backing up the drain somewheres.
Hey boddy! Don't be makin funna Lahralies's accent, dere! She can't help dat shees frahm Chagagga.
Ol' Man Orangutan: What nice, punctuation you, have!
As far as my "Chicago" accent... you haven't heard anything. I'm far from worst.
Autumn allergies don't help that delightful nasal twaaang.
By the way-- the inspector from Chicago Sewer and Possible Imbedded Objects Within came by.
He thinks there's a coupla Canadians crammed down there.
Tee hee! ; ) I keeed! I Keeeeed!
Ouch. Took a pummelling on that one, eh? EH?
It can't be Canadians blocking the pipes. Our beavers are always slick.
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