I was humming the `Christian` tune to `Forty Days, Forty Night` while the upstairs window to my computer room was open. I could hear that nasty Juan working in the backyard again. Earlier I had blasted some guitar rendition of `Chi Mai` out through the same window.
Anyway here is my poem in rant regarding the incident with LoLinda and him the other day:
FORTY DAYS AND FORTY NIGHTS
INSANE PEOPLE ALWAYS FIGHTS
SPRINKLE THEM OR BURN THEM UP
MAYBE THEN THEY WILL SHUT UP
HOLY WATER IS THEIR BAIN
FIRE BRIMSTONE CAUSES PAIN
SPRINKLE THEM OR BURN THEM UP
MAYBE THEN THEY WILL SHUT UP
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!