<\/a><\/p>\nI have my suspicions about how it happened, but no proof. As it happens, there’s a soap opera occurring between the neighbor whom I suspect was the culprit (and who came to my door Monday at lunch to say, “I saw the damage on your car. I can fix that for you cheap.”) and the people who are renting the house to them. Well … not to them, actually, which is part of the soap opera, but I’m not going to get into that any further.<\/p>\n
Second, we have what I suspect is a practical joke. At least, I hope someone is abusing the EZ Mart. Maybe Peter is abusing the EZ Mart, or perhaps he’s being abused, as well. The alternatives are that it’s a real promotion (which means somebody involved with it is stupid), or that it’s a coded message. Look at the advertisement in the center column that ends just above the purple area to its left.<\/p>\n
Next, we have self-abuse, of a different and creepy<\/a> sort.<\/p>\n I’m not sure who’s being abused here<\/a>, but I’m sure somebody’s gotta be.<\/p>\n Finally, we have food abuse, or abusive food, or a food fight – or maybe it’s just a typo:<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n