… what do giant ugly-ass fences make?
You may or may not have heard that one Joe McGinniss, a journalist currently working on an unauthorized biography about Our Lady of Perpetual Teabagging, recently rented a house next door to the Palin Palace in Wasilla. This was seen by some (including me, actually) as a bit creepy, but so what? Kinky creeps and lint-brained weirdos abound in this whackadoodle world of ours — usually we’re not lucky enough to know where they are, which gives them a chance to lurk on our properties and peer into our windows.
But check this out — in response to this unwanted neighbour, get a load of the fence that the Half-First Dude and his buddies built:
Well, that is what I’d call one fugly fence. About 12 feet high and constructed out of giant Popsicle sticks.
Perfect. Tomorrow’s project: sit a great big square of plywood on top and nail ‘er down.