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Jan. 2nd, 2004 09:18 amA new neighbor moved in over the new year, and all night last night, there was a constant hissing. This morning the hissing continued. I had more curiosity than courtesy, so I peeked over the fence.
An attractive young professional-looking couple was there with cans of shaving cream. They had a red wagon behind them, stacked high with more cans. They were spraying out shaving cream in the form of little buildings, roads, streets and people, in their back yard. They looked like they'd been awake all night.
They noticed me and smiled self-consciously. "We're doing this to keep Groucho Marx away."
"But there's no Groucho Marx for miles and miles and miles (and also decades)," I protested.
"Yes," she said, "It's working."
An attractive young professional-looking couple was there with cans of shaving cream. They had a red wagon behind them, stacked high with more cans. They were spraying out shaving cream in the form of little buildings, roads, streets and people, in their back yard. They looked like they'd been awake all night.
They noticed me and smiled self-consciously. "We're doing this to keep Groucho Marx away."
"But there's no Groucho Marx for miles and miles and miles (and also decades)," I protested.
"Yes," she said, "It's working."
