Nickname St.

Last night Hub and I were laughing
At the fact that we have given
EVERYONE on our street
(with the exception of a few)
A nickname

Let me give you a tour of our block.

The first house on the left
Is the Flabby Fireman
And Mouthy, his wife.
Both are relatively harmless
But I can only take either of them
In small amounts.

Beside them is Jen
(She's one of the few)
With Cletus
(His real name starts with a C, but we always forget..and Cletus suits him)

Next to them is Rob & Amy
(Again, they are one of the few)
Up until about 2 months ago
They were simply known as
Walmart Boy & His Wife
(He manages a Walmart)

Who else?
Let's see...
We have Bad Grass Boy (water that hay, would ya?)
Chuckles the Clown (would it kill ya to smile?)
Mario (speeds around the block)
The Potters(we swear they have a marjuana grow-up in their basement)
Ally (the skinny chick with 3 kids 5 houses down)
Frick & Frack (2 older men that shoot you looks if your foot brushes a blade of their grass)
Frosty (the retired fellow across the street that uses his snowblower without a hat or hood on and is completely snow-covered afterwards)
Mailman Johnny (on workman's comp because he twisted his ankle on his route, but has no problem laying unistone or sealing his driveway or doing stuff at home)
Pervy McPervason (has girly pictures all posted up in a corner of his garage)

And us.

I wonder what they call us?

I'm going to keep my ears open...