Sometimes you just freakin' wish you had your damn camera with you. Finally had a little excitement around these parts. So earlier I played some basketball with the usual suspects. When that was done we headed over to Warren's place to drop him off and what did we just happen to run into? A house that had just been TP'ed.



"Aw man. I'm gonna have to clean this up tomorrow morning," laments Warren.



"Hey! There's people running over there!" I believe my brother points out.



So we follow. I reverse the car and start heading in their direction. They had just turned a corner so we were unsure of their where-abouts. After circling the neighborhood and in the middle of the street, we discuss matters with Warren.



"Oh well. I think I know who did it, too. I think they were girls," says War.



"They weren't girls! If they were they sure run like guys," Jeff disagrees.



After concluding that they couldn't have gotten very far, we decide to look around some more. With his eagle eyes, my brother's friend Shaun sees... what's that... a shoe? A shoe underneath a car!? We investigate...



And the rest ends up being wasted adrenaline. Being my calm and collected self, I, along with my savage counterparts, politely ask these guys to clean up the place otherwise there was gonna be a problem. So they did. Shit. I would've if standing behind the guy I was talking to was someone getting angry and appeared to be ready to smash things. Disappointing that nothing more exciting went down, but I guess them the breaks.



"Isn't this a fun Saturday night guys? 'Let's go TP a house. And afterward, let's clean it up.' " I say to them.