So, it was on to plan "R" today -- pie tins. It's now official -- we've become the scourge of the neighborhood. Bought a shitload of aluminum pie tins today, strung them together and nailed the fuckers onto the side of the house. I'm just nailing shit to the house now -- don't care what it is... if a nail will go through it, it's goin' up there. And these things are loud as ass!
I'm sitting here in the basement, 10:17 p.m., and it basically sounds like an insane bear is trapped outside in a giant, hermetically-sealed aluminum closet, and it's trying to punch its way out. I'm convinced that when I walk out the front door tomorrow to get the paper, the entire neighborhood is going to be standing in my driveway with pitchforks and flaming torches. I might as well just finish the scene and go find a tire-less 72 Cutlass and put it up on cinder-blocks on the front lawn.
We are so now "that family."
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This can only end in tears.
This is all sounding very familiar .... did you not go through this torture last year only to find that the pie tins did not work?
We did do all this last year, but the pie tins are new. I am currently pricing wrist-rockets on amazon. And aluminum siding.
Since you are in that "don't care about the look of the house" stage, I will offer a suggestion. Big aluminum disposable roasting pans make even more noise than the pie pans. It's kinda like a Chinese gong. We use them in our cherry trees to keep the birds away.
Roasting pan?! You're brilliant, Jerry. Although, I'll go one step further -- I'm gonna wrap the entire house in foil! Lawn included! Our heating costs are going to plummet!
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