Hookers hang out on my street

Pulling down my street Saturday evening after a 16 hour day volunteering at a local school event, my car began to shake from the vibrations emanating from a hot-tub included Party Bus parked outside of my suburban home. Mostly naked women walked from cars that lined out quiet streets toward a house down the street from me. I originally thought they were going into the house next to mine because of how loud they were, but then I checked my neighbor’s back yard and there was nothing there.

My wife, my neighbor and I stood outside in the middle of the night watching what could only described as a gaggle of over 50 hookers standing in the middle of our road drinking booze from red plastic cups. Eventually we went to bed after calling the cops and praying our baby would sleep through it all.

The next day we walked the road earlier than every one of those rented woman would even be awake and we found high heels in our neighbors front yard, broken beer bottles in our road, plastic red cups lining the streets amidst the weed-lined sidewalks, and crushed beer cans strewn here, there, and in another neighbor’s pickup truck’s bed.

We swept up the broken glass so we could go to breakfast. It was such a wonderfully fun evening. Good thing I was so exhausted from working all day that I feel right asleep. Of course some cars still line my road.