I work at a homeless shelter passing out cardboard and markers.
I would say that the myriad of pigeons forming a virtual sweater around the house make almost every other frequency inaudible, but somehow mariachi music can easily permeate their bodies. Their speakers (my neighbors not the pigeons) must go up to 11.
I’m almost finished rewriting the bible as a “choose your own adventure†novel. And if you take the story in the right direction, jesus teams up with one of the riders of the apocalypse to defeat a nazi dragon during the climax of revelations. But don’t worry I’m leaving in the stuff from the original text about how all the democrats, gays and black people will burn in hell.