I lived in a small rented house in downtown St. Pete Fl. I had a roommate. A guy I've mentioned on here before.
Fucked a Buccaneers cheerleader on the side of Gandy Blvd. Inherited a big house.
We were both savage partiers who often didnt call it a night until nearly dawn. We entered and exited the house through the back door and parked in back.
If someone knocked on the front door we were probably unconscious or ignored it. Fuck Off! Go Away!
As a result the postage stamp sized front yard was neglected beyond belief. We never mowed it and twice a year the city would and would send us a bill for $50.
One rare afternoon we were both up watching something on TV. There was an official sounding knock on the front door. We peeked out and it was the cops! My buddy answers the door and the cop shows us a pic of a dead nigger on a morgue slab.
The cop asks if we knew who the nigger was. We of course did not and told him so. He informs us that the body had been found IN OUR FRONT YARD! HAAA! Whatever other nigger had killed it had seen the 3 ft tall grass and decided that our front yard was DEAD NIGGER STORAGE!!!
