It's been a little over a month and I think the neighbors are back to their normal abnormal selves. The jury's still out on me.
If you don't remember, cousin Waddy got bored a while back and decided to punk Meat and Tater which is certainly against United Federation of Planets code. It really freaked them out.
I had to have a hard conversation with my cousin about messing with my friends. In his favor, when I called he was contrite and apologized. He promised not to do that again and set me up with some very helpful software.
That's probably against code, too, but different.
I was then able to "confess" to them it was actually me using an AI simulation program I found online. I convinced them using Waddy's gift and showed the simulation on my laptop. It wasn't easy, but that Peytonian software is robust.
"How'd you get it on my phone?" Good question. "I hid it behind that Trey Hensley video I sent you the day before." I lied. "O yeah, good pickin on that. So do it again."
Once I'd done that, they seemed happy to be convinced. "I told you, I just made Waddy up. There is no Peytona." Still lying.
Anyway, I knew Tater was back when I stopped by yesterday. "Whining about college demonstrations SJ? You must be getting old, you're sounding like Meat."
"Sounding like Meat? That's hitting below the belt Tater," I protested.
"Funny," says Meat. "Am I sounding like me?"
I ignored him and continued to Tater. "I bet you were with me on the other paragraphs, though, right?"
She shrugged. "Mostly. Eighty percent." She changed direction. "Did you see the Indiana presidential primary? Twenty percent of Republicans voted for Nikki Haley instead of Dump. That's a good sign."
"Maybe. Maybe not. Depends." I declared.
"You'd know depends old man." Meat sounding like Meat.
"Depends on what?" Tater seemed surprised I was less than enthused that maybe not all Republicans are on board with the supreme liar.
"Depends on whether or not the progressive wing remembers they elected the last two Republican presidents when they abandoned moderates Hillary and Al Gore. By my calculation, that puts the ultra conservative court squarely on them."
Tater's eyes widened. "That's harsh."
I shrugged. Meat chimed in. "Truth hurts."
"What do you know about progressives Meat?" Tater scoffed.
Meat puffed up a bit. "They aren't going to swing Kentucky is the first thing I know, and the second thing I know is they keep forgetting the president fills the empty court seats." He let a little air out but gave himself a golf clap with a satisfied smirk.
I returned his golf clap. Tater looked annoyed. I poked. "Imagine a supreme court that had three justices chosen by Hillary Clinton instead of Cadet Bonespurs."
Tater looked almost defeated. "I know, I know, we've talked about this. You made your point."
I kind of felt bad. I probably would have if she hadn't accused me of getting old. Like the man said, truth hurts.