the cheese stands alone

Today's Episode Is Brought To You By Gravity

I don't know why I have cable, when the weirdest show is outside my window. It's called "Freakish Neighborhood Tales."

Today's episode starred the horny little junior high boy across the street. Word is amongst the neighbors that he's been busted twice for peeping, and that the family is one short step away from eviction due to this and other things, like vandalizing the dumpsters and public indecency. (His version of giving the finger is apparently to flash.)

So, about 8 this morning, after the school bus has picked him up, Horndog Jr. comes trotting back down the sidewalk, little Tart-in-Training in tow. Off they go to his door... where he discovers Mom has gotten wise and not left the key hidden where he expected it to be.
No matter. He and T-in-T decide to make use of the great outdoors and perch together on top of the electrical junction box next to the sidewalk. A little tonsil hockey, a little groping, a little teenybopper passion....
A little gravity.
They tumbled off the box, down the hill, rolling all the way to the parking lot, shrieking and cussing. T-in-T got back to the sidewalk first and went stomping off in a dusty, scratched up cloud of mad-as-hell. Horndog Jr. caught up to her, and her backpack caught up to his head.

And there he sat in the middle of the sidewalk, watching his afternoon delight storm away.

If I wanted to be guilty of excessive punnage, I could say they fell for each other.
So I won't.
But they did.