But when I hear people get so pumped up about sports that it borders on bothersome, something needs to be done.
I am (--this--) close to climbing up the balconies of the condo building next to mine spider monkey style and cutting the cable to the apartment that belongs to the Wookie.
Why do I call him the Wookie?
Because almost everyday he is watching what I can only assume to be a Cubs game (I channel surf to see what it might be) and bellowing like a walrus in heat. I have been swept up in the passion of a good baseball game from time to time where I have been known to hoot and holler a bit, but good lord man! I am sitting quietly in my apartment, glued to my new TV, and there is a silence shattering noise which cuts through the night - a loud, deep noise that sounds like a chupa cabra in mourning.
So now I have neighbors who have loud nookie and a wookie.
No, seriously, what do you think is next? I want to be prepared...
~ The Office Scribe
* Okay, I grabbed this picture off a random Google Image Search because it was Chewy at a baseball game and I found it fitting. But then I had to giggle because it looks like the Han wanna-be laid an egg and Chewy is throwing those, possibly at the Death Star.