why, hello there, fall

... your yellow leaves sure do fancy up the street.

The word on the street (ha ha!) is that there's a peeping tom on this block, one that drives up and down the street in a gray truck and tries to spy on ladies who are changing in second-floor windows.

I understand that's some serious sexual behavior. Really not adorable. But why did the neighborhood association newsletter have to go and give him the nickname "The Street Peeper"? Because that just calls to mind a really fucking cute frog.

Maybe I'll just buy him a pop. Dr. Peeper, sir? It's the soda for sneaks!