We have four frat guys that live next door. While this would have been a dream situation for me oh, say 13 years ago, I am long over the loud music and late night parties and beer runs. I no longer have words like keg and bong and shot and dude and goat in my vocabulary. I basically have become a loser.
But in all seriousness, they are pretty good neighbors. Sure they have parties every weekend and sure there are more girls revolving through there than at my tanning salon, but overall, they are respectful good boys who call their grandma on her birthday and kiss their momma in front of their friends. Probably. I'm guessin.They have stolen Middle Twerps attention and he thinks they are the best thang since sliced bread. He even let them borrow his kiddie pool last week so it could be transformed into a beer cooler. I warned them that it could have been peed in. They warned me it could come back being peed in. I told them they could keep it.
But now, they have risen in coolness factor with my Twerps. Now, they are not only my Twerps role models, but their gods. Now, I cannot keep the Twerps out of their backyard. Now that they have Rutherford and Bartholomew. And why? Why would four SENIOR fraternity guys get two goats you may ask? I asked the same question and they looked at me like I asked something ridiculuos like, "Why drink beer?"
But then they responded, "For the new pledges of course."Oh! Well, yea..OF COURSE! I so knew that. Cause that's what we always got our new sorority pledges: a rose, a pin, and a goat. Duh!
"Uhm, and then why are they here at not with the new pledges?"
"Cause you can't keep livestock in the Frat House. Crazy campus rules."
Shew, thank gawd we don't have any homeowner's association rules here, huh?