Hosed
Yesterday I had the thrill of watching Claude and his new gardening buddy turn on his sprinkling system. Witnessing Claude get sprayed down and tripping in his ivy while trying to get away from the spray, was pure entertainment.
As Claude started to launch F-bombs I quickly ran inside my house so they couldn’t hear my cackles. Unfortunately our doors that face his backyard were wide open, so when I yelled “Hey kids, Come down and watch Claude run through the sprinklers” he heard my every word. I guess that explains why he was glaring at us as we pressed our faces up against the glass window.
It was worth getting caught because as we locked eyes his rain bird came spraying back around and hosed Claude good. As he was cursing the devil we pointed and laughed.
Point for Claude, 2 points for us.
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