I love crack houses!
by, September 4th, 2008 at 02:04 AM (380 Views)
I gotta say, when my boyfriend informed me that the house catty corner from me was most likely a crack house I was less than pleased. However, I was recently proved oh so wrong. The heavenly host appeared over that crack house the other day singing hallelujah choruses and I was simplly too enthralled to look away.
Let me start at the beginning and take you step by step down this miraculous trail. I was peacefully sleeping that afternoon (I'm a third shifter) when suddenly there arose such a clatter, that I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. It was as I peered curiously out the window that I faintly heard the first few strands of heavenly music. There, right in front of my house, were two fire trucks - that's right I said TWO! Well needless to say I went bounding down the steps in my scrubs (which I use for PJs) boobs bouncing everywhere - because, hey who had time to put on a bra! When I got downstairs, I saw my neighbor sitting on the steps of my front porch and she was clearly enjoying the show as much as I planned to.
In case you haven't figured it out already, the crack house was on fire. (No worries, my neighbor quickly informed me that no one had seen hide nor hair of them for about 3 weeks) Somehow, despite my weak knees, I managed to stagger to the porch and join my neighbor on the steps.
This was when I heard the heavenly host in their full splendor. For there in front of me were not the volunteer firemen (who sometimes let themselves go) but the REAL, full time, HOT AS HELL firemen. Needless to say the next hour plus was spent sitting on my porch steps blatantly ogling those sweaty specimens ply their trade.
So in closing, I would like to say once more: I LOVE CRACK HOUSES! There should be more in my neighborhood... and they should all burn down. Damn, those firemen were almost hot enough for me to give arson a try! :diablo: