It’s bad enough that Heather and I have rhinoceroses that live above us, but now it seems that they’re taunting us. The rhinos, a fat guy and an iceberg of a woman (skinny on top, huge on bottom), have a way of following us around the house. We sit in the living room, they stomp around in their living room. We walk down the hall, they thunder down their hall. We go into the bathroom, they BOOM BOOM BOOM into their bathroom.
I sometimes imagine that they really are doing the exact same thing we’re doing, only really really loudly. It’s kind of creepy. Also, it’s wierd that they’re always home whenever we are, no matter what time, day or night. Heather has even gone so far as to throw things at our celling. They’re that loud.
If you know someone who has really been in the mood to shoot some rhinoceroses, I know where two are. Just come by any time when you know I’ll be home. They’ll be there.
