"what's in the duffel bag? "" Turtles I told him. "Bull" he replied. Then he noticed the bag was moving. "What's in there" he asked again. "I already told you turtles." "Balogna" he says and I handed him the bag. He set his beer down and said " kinda heavy whatever it is" "Yup" was all I wanted to say. He undid the straps and buckles and was greeted by a twenty pound turtle that almost got him in the face as he took a look inside that military duffel bag. Screamed like a girl, kicked over his beer and ran back to his grilling.
I have a crazy neighbor who constantly monitors the church next door, and calls the cops on anybody who puts trash in the church dumpster, even if it's so much as a McDonald's bag.
One day I speak to her, and she asks me who was in my garage. (What!?) I look over at my house, nobody is in my garage of course. I said nobody. She told me O yes there was a girl in my garage, she's in there all day and all night. Doesn't she get cold in the garage?
Spooky stuff man. She's got crossed eyes and cackles randomly like a witch, she even appears like the stereotypical witch, minus the green skin. I tell you she'd be burned as one if this were 2 centuries ago!