They Still Do That Stuff?

Yeah, apparently so. I found this empty bottle of amyl nitrite on the front lawn of our white trash neighbors five houses down. Even though they’re not gay men from the 70s, I’m confident that that couple snorts ’em up. They have two kids, but clearly they’re mature enough not to care what those little bastards think, considering the cantankerous scraps filled with “Go fuck yourself!” that erupt from that trash house on most nights I walk my dogs by their door.

Thankfully, I must be too early to hear the wild, hog-style fucking that ensues after the poppers are broken out.

This isn’t interesting to you, I realize. I've just never seen poppers in person before. Thanks for hearing me out.