Sometimes the two guys who meet up and smoke pot on my front steps at least 3 times a day will end up on the doorstep of someone else's house just down the block. Usually, when I catch them there I say, "What? My steps aren't good enough." But the other day I walked past them standing in front of opponents house and asked them if they knew that they hung out in front of Alice's house and Alice's house. They didn't know what I was talking about so I told them that I was Alice and the other woman's house they smoked pot in front of was also Alice. I think it was too much for their state of mind to take in. "Whoa," was all they could say.
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