He has a vacant block there -- and he's very old.
I'm guessing over 90 and he could hardly walk around.
Still he was burning off the crap.
"Nice weather for it", says I.
"Blug, urhg ...", says he.
Conversations can be like that around here.
So, 's arvo, there's this crackling sound, like really loud.
Out I go and the whole thing is ablaze.
And we have i vigili del friggin' fuoco down the street.
They must have pumped about as much water on to his block as I've used on mine in three years.
Next time I want the garden watered, I'll set it on fire!
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