Not 9:30. 11, 12, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, etc.
Saturday? Sure. But Sunday? C'mon. Sometimes that's the one day a guy can sleep in. I don't have rugrats so 9:30 on a Sunday is fucking early to me.
Nobody else on three streets (mine and the two parallel) does it except this donkey. Again, I'm not in the burbs where there's a lot of space between houses.
Surprised everybody here is up watching Meet the Press. Coulda fooled me.
“You’ve been waiting for it for a long time, but you got it. You wanted it, you got it. We’re bringing it home.’’